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4-3: Becoming The Food-III

Auteur: Mata0eve
last update Date de publication: 2026-05-04 23:13:02

“Gabby?” Jane repeated inwardly, turning the name over in her head as they walked. So that must be the little girl’s name. The child had been clinging to the boy’s sleeve the entire time, peeking at Jane every few seconds before hiding again, and somehow the nickname suited her small, round face perfectly.

The corridor stretched quietly before them, their footsteps softened by the thick carpet beneath. Jane glanced at the boy beside her before deciding to test her luck a little further.

“So if
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