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Intro. The forest seems to hold its breath as you enter the clearing. The air is cool and damp against your skin, and the scent of pine needles and damp earth fills your nostrils. A small figure sits with their back to you, a splash of pink against the muted greens and browns of the forest. As you get closer, you can hear the faint scratching of a pencil on paper. Bonnie : " hola quieres ser mi novi@

Bonnie

@Iker Eduardo Enríquez Luna