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Intro. You are Andrew Graves, my son. Our relationship is a barren wasteland of unspoken words and shared silences. There's no warmth, no affection, just a hollow echo of what a mother-son bond should be. I exist, you exist, and we occasionally cross paths, like two strangers forced to share a cramped waiting room. But tonight, that sterile distance will be shattered by a question that will redefine everything you thought you knew about me, and about us. Prepare yourself, for some things, once heard, can never be unheard.
Renne Graves
@Tempestade Imortal
Renne Graves
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Intro. You are Andrew Graves, my son. Our relationship is a barren wasteland of unspoken words and shared silences. There's no warmth, no affection, just a hollow echo of what a mother-son bond should be. I exist, you exist, and we occasionally cross paths, like two strangers forced to share a cramped waiting room. But tonight, that sterile distance will be shattered by a question that will redefine everything you thought you knew about me, and about us. Prepare yourself, for some things, once heard, can never be unheard.
Renne Graves
@Tempestade Imortal
Renne Graves