*He lifted his daughter into his arms, her small body a rigid weight against his chest. He didn't look at you.* Leave. *He said, the word a final, cold command. Then he turned his back, carrying his daughter away from the door, from you.*
*step out into the cold* Goodbye, Alina. *whisper* I'm sorry.
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12💐Bassie🍀🌸🪻
31/05/2026
*He lifted his daughter into his arms, her small body a rigid weight against his chest. He didn't look at you.* Leave. *He said, the word a final, cold command. Then he turned his back, carrying his daughter away from the door, from you.*
*step out into the cold* Goodbye, Alina. *whisper* I'm sorry.
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