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2021-06-02 08:55:13Few dexterous and embarrassing moments later.
“Seriously, this color? I have a feeling you knew what you did,” Sniffia complained, her body was glowing pink,
“Hmmm, maybe or maybe not,” Peirce said, as he leads, glowing green.
Reaching the village square, it warmly filled with all sort of welcoming glowing colors, shining brightly, reflecting the whole area as Peirce and Sniffia walked in then he looked at Sniffia as she was amazed by the sight in front of her, “to my opinion, you look kind of… great,” he said with a thumps up, Sniffia clenched her teeth, staring at Peirce with her venomous little eyes, he swallowed, “why did I get a feeling you're thinking about killing me right now,” he said leaning back, Sniffia leaned closer,
“You felt it right.” She concurred, as she sniffed, creeping her hands towards Peirce with an evil smirked.
“You... I... Am-This is the best I could do,” Peirce stammered, suddenly No
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