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... her lowered eyelashes, gently trembling like fragile butterfly wings, yet there was a subtle and hard-to-notice light in her eyes, wise yet with a hint of playful cunning and agility.
"Do you think there’s a difference between the actual person and the statue?" He felt her breathing rise and fall, an extremely faint cold fragrance slowly creeping into his body, seemingly flowing through his blood.
"Actually, I’ve also seen the real thing. You don’t know that we have streaking in ...
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