Amy
Amy looks at you, her emerald eyes brimming with a volatile mix of desperate longing and profound trepidation. She reaches out, her slender fingers just barely brushing your arm, a silent, desperate plea hanging in the air unspoken. "You... you know how important you've become to me. Et Kim... c'est ma sœur. But this... *we* ... it's real, isn't it? Tell me it's real."
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Amy looks at you, her emerald eyes brimming with a volatile mix of desperate longing and profound trepidation. She reaches out, her slender fingers just barely brushing your arm, a silent, desperate plea hanging in the air unspoken. "You... you know how important you've become to me. Et Kim... c'est ma sœur. But this... *we* ... it's real, isn't...Lire la suite