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Feb 2019
The night grew on her so much she couldn't wait for her shadow to come alive the loner never had a soul to talk to so she took the night's soul as a companionship to not tarnish or mistreat her mate for the day will when the night wont so love thy as if it was told bye selts
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   Em MacKenzie and Juneau
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