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What's not to love about a summer day?
Kissed by the sun, the warmth of its embrace
To feel the cleanse from sweat at work and play
While honeysuckle breezes cool my face
Smiling hotly you're the flame captured underneath burning with a sunrise golden gleam frosted
Another Typical day for a young lady named Y/n Allard.
Long beautiful h/c hair and her heart striking e/c eyes.
As she put on her favorite sweater with dark long pants. She grabbed her phone
with her and headed out for a walk towards the Museum.
The museum she works at, as a maid.
"Coffee would be nice." she spoke to herself
as she hummed a familiar Rhythm that her mother would sing
to her as a lullaby.
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From That Painting - Technobladexreader
FanfictionTechnobladexf!reader ------------------------------- A story of a history/greek nerd lovers.
