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Chapter 29: Lean on me

作者: Patty Writes
last update publish date: 2026-07-11 21:42:23

Mirabella

It was a pleasant surprise to see Zoya. Last we'd seen each other was at my final year defence. She had been one of the few art majors to sign a petition on my behalf which actually helped my cause otherwise I would've been flagged for plagiarism.

She was my senior at Edinburgh and her art style was a unique form of line art not with pencils but with a burst of colors, which was a sharp contrast to her dark personality and dark outfit, even now the only color aside from
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