nous

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the night was more calm around four in the morn. around the time she beckoned him into her room with a simple gaze, right before an awakening, telling him secrets or confessing what clouded the life she really wanted. there deep down, that filthy dirty demon, all Mary's fantasies; She is a wraith form of the reason why rosie was afraid of herself.

( we, us - nous )

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