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β messΞ±ge Δ±n your dm.
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βπ΄ ππππ‘βπ¦ π‘βπππ ?β ββ He thought to himself. He pretend to be shaken by the comment, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth, looking away from her briefly, withdrawing his hand. (. . .)
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ββ No, milady, I'm not a god, but i'm greatful for the praise. ββ The same smile bordered his lips as he extended one of his hands to the woman.
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His hands were raised in the air, his half-wide eyes were too theatrical for Apollo, it didn't match the scoundrel smile that never left his lips. ββ Hey, hey, hey! It's okay! Let's calm things down, alright? . . Hi. My name is Apollo.
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ββ Senhorita. ββ Um riso sarcΓ‘stico foi solto pelo loiro. ββ Eu sou apenas um corsΓ‘rio, nΓ£o um ladrΓ£o. Deve estar se confundindo. Recomendo que encontre outro para sua . . . β Oportunidade de trabalho. β
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ββ Well . . . The door's locked, so I . . . Used the window .
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