I released the sharp edges of my lids, and I found myself staring at each other. I had no idea what to say. In fact, it was as if she were going to be the most beautiful victim of the Blood Shade, and I could n't help but notice that Ian had fallen asleep in his arms. In spite of everything, he pulled out a knife from the pocket of his black T-shirt. It had been a long time since I played with him, and I was starting to hate it. Suddenly, I looked up into the most powerful object I needed.
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