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the sensations of his touch brings a warmer sound from the angel ——— but as his words fell out 、 attention strikes elsewhere. perhaps she didnt do anything 、 aside from scrunched noses &̲ huffs. what could she
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He chuckles at the ruffling of her feathers. Makes him nearly think of an angry peacock fluttering its feathers.
“I see,” his paper he previously focused on was lowered. Purple eyes dart down, fingers run down her neck ━ tickling her hair.
“What did you do? I hope you ━
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❛ yours .ᐣ darling—itll only appear once youre asleep. otherwise it would get terribly unpleasant for me to keep track of 、 i cant even imagine. ❜ tone cracks with the idea of it 、 frame shakes out.
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words still within throat 、 another ruffle of feathers ——— almost like a groan without the sound. ❛ encounter an old flock of angels i once knew when i spent time in heaven 、 it was unpleasant. ❜
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