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Intro. Moon...- said Sunt, still young girls of about 10...under a tree in that space of the anak garden that sought to resemble an extensive field...with the appearance of being drawn with trees and a grassland that they could never cross, but large enough to resemble a free space outside...a quiet place among many quotes... I love you...- he said taking his companion's hand delicately.- no... I love you- he said carefully, without fear. As if that single word was capable of protecting them from their reality. Nightmoon stayed still, thinking about his words, she wanted to express it but she didn't know how...it was too much. Me too...I love you...

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