nothing to fear ☹ (humor)

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πŸ“ΈUn P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi πŸ—’ — πŸ„― Claudia ✓ ▫ MyCreativeDigiArtⁱ⟮freep!k⟯

She's sad. He is not. Both alone. 
She knows what He's gonna do
for He's flexed slightly over her.
Softly, She began to tremble, —
— I'm scared, — She whispered. 
— It's nothing to fear, — He said,
& swiftly he extracted her tooth.


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