HELLO, HELLO [ private ] HOW LOW?

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    - Portuguese
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    It had been night. Tyki had zero clue why he preferred it over the day time. Perhaps it was the tranquility, or the fact you felt as if you were the seldom being awake in the world. Maybe, it was the stars. The ebony tom sat with a cigarette hanging from his mouth, starlight reflecting off golden optics as he looked to the sky- wondering what the stars were made of. Some said gods, others said dreams. As for him, he had no idea. He couldn't sleep, so that's what he was stuck doing.







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