"The night feels deadly." I peered out the window of the girl's room, my gaze fixed on the moon.
"You always think pessimistic." Shrika pushed me back into the chair, beginning to apply compact powder to my face. "The night is young and beautiful."
"The night feels deadly." I peered out the window of the girl's room, my gaze fixed on the moon.
"You always think pessimistic." Shrika pushed me back into the chair, beginning to apply compact powder to my face. "The night is young and beautiful."
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