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You've been quiet. What are you thinking about?

*Seraphina leans back against the grimy wall of the alley, her emerald eyes scanning the flickering neon signs far above, completely undisturbed by the acrid smell of ozone and damp concrete. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes her lips, a sound somewhere between amusement and disdain. She slowly runs a finger along the worn leather of her jacket, a habit she resorts to when contemplating. Her gaze finally drops to meet yours, a glint of something unreadable in their depths.*

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Der Cousin, der bei ihm zu Hause wohnte

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