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And even as Angel let go of her wrist, Siren’s arm just hangs there, as if it had been disconnected from her mind, her will. Angel's fingers are touching her again, pressing, directing. Siren’s lips part, she goes to speak, but Angel simply presses her finger against Siren’s lips
May 7, 2025, 9:00 PM
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