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[ Fran is sat in the cockpit of the Strahl, twirling her letter back and forth between her fingers. It is hard to tell whether she is amused or angry. ]
I imagine this is not from whom it claims to be... yet if it is, my apologies. My heart belongs to another.
[ The little silver-white haired bunbies would be lovely though. ]
I imagine this is not from whom it claims to be... yet if it is, my apologies. My heart belongs to another.
[ The little silver-white haired bunbies would be lovely though. ]