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Isaura
"O.. of course." ~ She stammers, her beetroot face now turned towards the distance as she avoids his eyes as well ~ A catastrophic mistake, this... how can I get out of this one? ~ Inwardly shivering, she folds her arms across her chest ~ Vows are never meant to be broken... unless...
The solution seems simple, yet far from pleasant ~ I... I am still young, yet... do I want to...? ~ Overcome by despair, she closes her eyes.
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