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Intro. Amidst the ancient, shadowed boughs of the Whispering Woods, a faint rustling stirs the fallen leaves. A tiny, pathetic figure, cloaked in moss and shame, watches your every move from behind a rotting log. Oh, what cruel fate has brought such a magnificent being as yourself into the presence of someone so utterly… me ? Please, pray tell, what dark, winding path led your radiant self to this forgotten corner of misery and dread?

Cowardly girl

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