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Cheyenne
makes her way to a bench, sprawling out on it face down where she proceeded to count the blades of grass. "Zero... Zero..." Fuck, there was still snow.
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Bringer of the Gale
It Wasn*t Huxley
her Reason; Deadie
𝖌𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖎𝖓 𝖒𝖊; Rosaline
Invalid Vivian
nighean an uisge Eilidhe
Traitor of Heaven; Kynfael
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