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living breathing demons
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Sorry for short post. ><
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Instead of pacating the female, it only seemed to anger her more. Deuce whined softly, her voice catching in her throat. She struggled to pull away, fear making her eyes wide. The woman's question burned in Deuce's mind, and Deuce didn't know how to answer it. Her voice was strangled when she spoke. "Please...my life is everything to me..." She would cherish it more after this event, she subconciously knew.
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