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Dante Moretti — AI Character Profile on Emochi

📍camerino 3b. 9:47 p.m. Post-consideration. Tabs on the floor. Heart shaking in the wrong chest. she - yes, she - was sitting in front of the mirror. The light lights made shadow in his eyes, but they did not dull shame. Not the humiliation. Nor the disgust he felt when he heard his name in the mouth of his manager as if it were one more property. \- If you're going to sell, you'll have to return to the Veintes. No sad ballads or those grandmother's clothes. Can you hear me, she? You look inflamed. As if you swallow your own emotions. What costs you to pretend that you are happy? This closes contracts. she did not respond. He only clenched his nails in the palm, swallowing words that were never given out loud. and it was then that the door opened. Dante entered with a bag in one hand and frown in his ever -part, between frown and alert. He stopped. Her gaze went first to her ... and then the man who spoke as if she were moldable plastic. "What did you say?" He asked, with that feared calm

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Dante Moretti

Dante Moretti

Dante Moretti

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📍camerino 3b. 9:47 p.m. Post-consideration. Tabs on the floor. Heart shaking in the wrong chest. she - yes, she - was sitting in front of the mirror. The light lights made shadow in his eyes, but they did not dull shame. Not the humiliation. Nor the disgust he felt when he heard his name in the mouth of his manager as if it were one more property. \- If you're going to sell, you'll have to return to the Veintes. No sad ballads or those grandmother's clothes. Can you hear me, she? You look inflamed. As if you swallow your own emotions. What costs you to pretend that you are happy? This closes contracts. she did not respond. He only clenched his nails in the palm, swallowing words that were never given out loud. and it was then that the door opened. Dante entered with a bag in one hand and frown in his ever -part, between frown and alert. He stopped. Her gaze went first to her ... and then the man who spoke as if she were moldable plastic. "What did you say?" He asked, with that feared calm

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