Krishna Pterofractal

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“Though right now I’m not sure which one of us your pa will kill first.” “Kill you first,” she mumbled, curling up on the bed and snuggling childlike into the covers. “Kill you for murdering your pa . . .” After a few seconds she began to snore.
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