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painted skin (which transforms a monster ina beauty)
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Categories: unapologetic
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One night's embrace is enough to melt the loneliness of one hundred and forty-seven years of wind and rain. Softly loving, softly whispering. It turns out that you can't go back on what you've said. The flow of karma, we are all just dust in the palm of destiny. There is no autonomy.