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"Go forth, little one." I said as I reached my hand up-towards the heavens. A single **** escapes my unclasped hands towards the sky, and then beyond. Soaring tactfully on the cool breeze. "You're free at last." And at that very moment, the last of my ***** were given. Fin
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Nov 21, 2012
Nov 21, 2012 at 9:28 PM UTC
Not a single **** was given.
"Go forth, little one." I said as I reached my hand up-towards the heavens. A single **** escapes my unclasped hands towards the sky, and then beyond. Soaring tactfully on the cool breeze. "You're free at last." And at that very moment, the last of my ***** were given. Fin
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Nov 21, 2012
Nov 21, 2012 at 9:28 PM UTC
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