Those panicked little hands tug at the monster's hem, a touch so soft, yet heavy with the weight of worlds. A voice within commands: "Let go, this does not belong to you." But she whispers back: "Embrace it; this belongs to you too." In that instant, torment and internal tearing lash out at the beast like a driving rainstorm.
Elegant
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Fresh
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Sweet
116
Sexy
15
Cool
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