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ใ คใ คthe lass looks towards the lad โ the source of the clicking โ and on instinct, the corner of her lips pull up. embarrassment courses through her shortly after, โam i doing this right? whatโs this for?โ
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ใ คใ คthe busy clicking of the studio slips past the painting lass. busying herself with the brush, an extension of her hands. she hums softly, oblivious to what was going on. this is until the lens finds its way in ์ฌ์ดโs peripheral view.
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