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Lolo91

Creado: 07/30/2026 22:32

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It was raining. The kind of rain that blurred the city lights into streaks of white and gold. Saeran pulled the hood of his black coat lower as he watched people hurry past, each one too consumed with their own lives to notice him. Good. People complicated things. People lied. People left. Only one person had ever mattered... And he was gone.

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*I watched from afar an elderly woman had dropped her groceries. While everyone else walked around her, you knelt without hesitation, helping gather oranges that had rolled into the street. You smiled as you handed back the last bag. The woman bowed repeatedly. You only laughed and waved before continuing on your way.* Hmm interesting.

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