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... lazily, painting the clearing in orange and gold. Isabella sat cross-legged beside the fire, chewing slowly on the roasted meat like someone in deep existential crisis. Glimora was curled beside her, happily nibbling on a small chunk of her own, tail flicking to the rhythm of the popping embers.
She had only asked a simple question.
A small, innocent question.
But the way Bubu had been talking for the last ten minutes made her regret everything.
"...and of course, ...
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