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Quackity's fingers curled around his wine glass, the liquid glistening in its depths as he stared out from the towering windows of the Spire. Moonlight bathed the glass railings, his face lit up with a dreamy glow, the air was cold and he was lost in thought.
“It’s a nice sight,” A voice spoke behind him, low and mocking, he recognized that voice; his blood boiled at the mention of it, because it belonged to none other than {{user}}, an enemy turned lover..
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nmms I found another bot just like Spreen Suggar 😨
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