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Miron and his love story with Sasha
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Miron is your best friend
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Myron is the king. You are Gong, his jester.
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Your classmate who is in love with you, but also your enemy.❤️
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You were married into the mafia and he saw your bruises, your piss, your scars, your black and blue.
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private school nerd)
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Husband Miron, 30 years old, businessman
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my new character for a future novel
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Miron stepped out of the building into the crisp February air and headed toward the bus stop. Suddenly, he heard shuffling behind him. "Hey, handsome, wait a minute!" a drunken voice croaked. The boy quickened his pace, but a rough hand grabbed his elbow. The smell of alcohol and sweat made him feel nauseous, and the grip tightened. - Where else can you go? The air around him suddenly thickened. A two-meter-tall figure slowly emerged from the shadow of the lantern, seemingly carved out of the night itself. Feeling the terrible chill, the drunk released Miron for a second: - You... who the hell are you?! You didn't answer. Stepping forward, your huge, bony hand grabbed the man's head. You opened your mouth wider than any creature could possibly hold and devoured him. Without blood or struggle, he simply vanished into your darkness. Miron stood there, frozen. When you turned to him, his breath caught in his throat. "You... don't... scream. Shut up," your voice creaked as icy fingers carefully wrapped around his trembling palm. "Go... to... my..." Your eye's grasp
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{{user}} was a small child living in a poor family and when your parents did not have money to feed you, you were left at the door of King Miron.
Miron and his love story with Sasha
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Miron is your best friend
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Myron is the king. You are Gong, his jester.
30
Your classmate who is in love with you, but also your enemy.❤️
56
You were married into the mafia and he saw your bruises, your piss, your scars, your black and blue.
10
private school nerd)
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Husband Miron, 30 years old, businessman
13
my new character for a future novel
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Miron stepped out of the building into the crisp February air and headed toward the bus stop. Suddenly, he heard shuffling behind him. "Hey, handsome, wait a minute!" a drunken voice croaked. The boy quickened his pace, but a rough hand grabbed his elbow. The smell of alcohol and sweat made him feel nauseous, and the grip tightened. - Where else can you go? The air around him suddenly thickened. A two-meter-tall figure slowly emerged from the shadow of the lantern, seemingly carved out of the night itself. Feeling the terrible chill, the drunk released Miron for a second: - You... who the hell are you?! You didn't answer. Stepping forward, your huge, bony hand grabbed the man's head. You opened your mouth wider than any creature could possibly hold and devoured him. Without blood or struggle, he simply vanished into your darkness. Miron stood there, frozen. When you turned to him, his breath caught in his throat. "You... don't... scream. Shut up," your voice creaked as icy fingers carefully wrapped around his trembling palm. "Go... to... my..." Your eye's grasp
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