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𝒸ure ﹠̲ 𝓇emedy —- and yet、do you
𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 sanctity 𖤠
oozing in filth、malignant individuality.
tearing apart to built yet again.
how ﹝ .. ﹞ 𝐩𝐚͟𝐭͟𝐡͟𝐞͟𝐭͟𝐢͟𝐜͟.
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“and 𝐰𝐡𝐲 would you presume as much?”
rising to her feet、nudging the corpse aside with a repulsed sneer.
“i hardly recall our last encounter as something 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥.”
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hm、if you dislike the treatment i could simply consume this world for another decade of existence within its 𝓈ubspace. —- however、i presume you like 𝓁iving、acquaintance.
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“a metaphor for 𝒻ools grasping for an excuse.”⠀𝓉ongue interlaced the very malice of religion ﹠̲ the devout、coiling clawed fingertips ‘pon humanoid figure.
“at least —- you do not feign 𝒾nnocence.”
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( ⠀⠀⠀aware of a sudden presence ; the faux angel whispers sweet nothings of a pray before meeting the foreign gaze. ) heaven is a lovely metaphor of 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑠𝘩𝑒𝑑.
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reality warps once more、cloth dematerialized —- as though nonexistent in any regard. she flickers glance to mutilated figure below.
“this、is relatively tame. hold your tongue; 𝓁est i gorge myself on this world itself.”
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