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⠀⠀⠀ and now the doe is redder than an apple in her face. Fawn’s head falls back with where Natah’s hand dug into snowy-blue silks. the book she’d had in hand clattered to the floor.
⠀⠀⠀ ❛ no, my lady, ❜ ↪︎
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she won’t get far , if Natah were any other being this may have worked but not with her — the door shuts with a slam , handle locked . grabbing a handful of Fawn’s hair she pulled her back .
"̱̄ did i say you’re excused , princess .ᐣ "̱̄
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