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... her grip with her arms on the spouse that she clung to - just enough to create the distance to look up at the sky with ’melancholy’... under the view of the precious pigeon blues. There was really only one good answer she could decide upon over the course of all those thousands of years.
"Perhaps... I feared being reminded of that time. Back when things were bleak and without hope for the power to protect myself. Even the light of nice memories can sometimes lengthen the shadows of othe ...
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