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teeth gritted, passing through Gwyn's fog wall. the haze of cotton candy and sour apples clings to my armor.
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# ¿ Nov 30, 2015 15:35 |
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# ¿ May 14, 2024 13:24 |
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teeth gritted, passing through Gwyn's fog wall. the haze of cotton candy and sour apples clings to my armor.
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# ¿ Nov 30, 2015 15:35 |
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# ¿ May 14, 2024 13:24 |