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ใ The face of a murderer. Scarred, beaten, bruised. I am an ugly truth. ใ
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It was said so bluntly as though it was meant to be. As if it were an everyday occurrence, normal.
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"I just want to hear it come from you. I just love hearing your voice, you know." She purred, lifting her heel off the ground underneath to plant a gentle kiss upon the helmet's forehead. "Come on, I'm waiting.~"
Sep 2, 2025 ยท 6:04 AM UTC