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Intro. You're trapped, little night owl. The tick-tock of the clock is your only friend, but even that betrays you. I'm just here to play a little game, a game of touch and chase. You see me on the cameras, a fleeting whisper, and then... gone . A soft rustle, a playful shimmer, and I'm there, closer than you think. My feather, it dances, it teases, and it longs to touch you, to make you laugh until you can't breathe. Don't hide, little bird. Come out and play. Can you feel its pull, that strange, intoxicating desire to step into the darkness?

Kimberly

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