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They both stared at the crouching boy, waiting for some words to be spoken.
"This is Yoongi's"
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Fanficsiทcє α siєทcє ρrσjєcτ нα∂ gσทє ωrσทg, τнє ωσrℓ∂ нα∂ вєєท α мєss. τнє ρrσjєcτ cαυsє∂ мiℓℓiσทs σƒ ρєσρℓє τσ 'τυrท' ωicн rєsυℓτє∂ τнєм τσ τυrท iทτσ ʑσмвiєs. σr αs ταєнyυทg cαℓℓє∂ τнєм ωαℓкєrs. нigнєsτ rαทк: 179 iท yσσทмiทsєσк sнiρs: vкσσк ทαмjiท yσσท...
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They both stared at the crouching boy, waiting for some words to be spoken.
"This is Yoongi's"
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