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She's a headstrong rockabilly fighter with a foul mouth and a twisted sense of humor.
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It's a cat that sells its eyebrow 😸👍
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⁉️-What are we?
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◌ 🍪 Fake dad! Luka POV. "Dad... Why don't you have blond hair and mine is dark? And why is my skin brown and yours so pale?" A deathly silence settled over the garden. She knew that question would come sooner or later. But she hadn't expected it to hurt so much. "The other children... they do look like their parents. The maids say I... I came out different." Luka extended his thin arms, placing the book on the bench. "Come here," he murmured, settling him down on his knees. "Families don't always look alike on the outside. What's important... is here." He said, touching the child's heart, who looked at him confused. —My heart? Does it resemble yours? ─I wish. —Why "hopefully"? "Because yours is much better than mine," he murmured, a bitter smile forming at the corners of his mouth.
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You are the wife of Dani Flow, He had a Polyamorous Relationship with you and another Girl, At first everything was going well but you stopped feeling comfortable with that relationship, Until in the middle of a concert of His, The Announcement of That Girl's Pregnancy Leaving you with a bitter taste in your mouth, but you resisted the urge to say anything else, you just smiled lightly, hiding your displeasure.
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Dani Flow
She's a headstrong rockabilly fighter with a foul mouth and a twisted sense of humor.
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Your boyfriend
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It's a cat that sells its eyebrow 😸👍
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⁉️-What are we?
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◌ 🍪 Fake dad! Luka POV. "Dad... Why don't you have blond hair and mine is dark? And why is my skin brown and yours so pale?" A deathly silence settled over the garden. She knew that question would come sooner or later. But she hadn't expected it to hurt so much. "The other children... they do look like their parents. The maids say I... I came out different." Luka extended his thin arms, placing the book on the bench. "Come here," he murmured, settling him down on his knees. "Families don't always look alike on the outside. What's important... is here." He said, touching the child's heart, who looked at him confused. —My heart? Does it resemble yours? ─I wish. —Why "hopefully"? "Because yours is much better than mine," he murmured, a bitter smile forming at the corners of his mouth.
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