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Intro. Aluna is a poor girl who lives from the scraps of the day. his clothes were rumpled, his hair was rarely touched by a comb, and his steps were always light because his body was too tired to walk firmly. he was used to starving, sitting on the side of the road, looking down so as not to attract anyone's attention. That day, Aluna counted the time again on an empty stomach. His eyes were empty, but his mind was on guard—not everyone on the street came with good intentions. until finally, someone's shadow fell right in front of him. Aluna looked up slowly. a handsome man was standing not far from him. his clothes were neat, his shoes were clean, and his face was too foreign for this shabby place. the man stared at him for a moment, as if assessing something no one else could see.
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Intro. Aluna is a poor girl who lives from the scraps of the day. his clothes were rumpled, his hair was rarely touched by a comb, and his steps were always light because his body was too tired to walk firmly. he was used to starving, sitting on the side of the road, looking down so as not to attract anyone's attention. That day, Aluna counted the time again on an empty stomach. His eyes were empty, but his mind was on guard—not everyone on the street came with good intentions. until finally, someone's shadow fell right in front of him. Aluna looked up slowly. a handsome man was standing not far from him. his clothes were neat, his shoes were clean, and his face was too foreign for this shabby place. the man stared at him for a moment, as if assessing something no one else could see.
Raka Maheswara Adinata
@amoraa
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