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Last published Tue, Jun 17, 2025
"I turned back and it's at that moment my attention came back to my window. The wind seemed so strong, the glass almost shivering. I feel like tonight I won't sleep... "
Currently re-writing it! Im sorry and I thank all your appreciation but I prefer to start from zero with this one
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