you’re the spitting image of your mother like this, you know—— big talk, ‘n all that. let me tell you, kid, the world does not need another odalia blight.
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golden hues watched the rolling rock before it stops on someone's feet 、and an unfamiliar stature picks it up. the witch arched a brow.
〝and who are you﹖〞
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