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Storyteller
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In the middle of your musings, She screeches.
You stand up so quickly you knock over your laptop and your coffee. Faces in the cafe are split between you and Her.
You don't care.
You're across the cafe before the gawking idiots can say anything.
Your sunlight is clutching Her hand, crying.
2026-04-03T17:14:06.468Z