She gave them each a feather
. I walked over to Brax smiled and pulled a feather from his chest.
. . Yet butterflies seemed to erupt in her stomach as she stood there – her eyes locked with the fire as if its fluctuating intensity might offer her answers to her questions and emotions
She gave them each a feather
. I walked over to Brax smiled and pulled a feather from his chest.
. . Yet butterflies seemed to erupt in her stomach as she stood there – her eyes locked with the fire as if its fluctuating intensity might offer her answers to her questions and emotions
She gave them each a feather
. I walked over to Brax smiled and pulled a feather from his chest.
. . Yet butterflies seemed to erupt in her stomach as she stood there – her eyes locked with the fire as if its fluctuating intensity might offer her answers to her questions and emotions
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