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[rottenfyre]

⸻ ʟ ᴏ ᴠ ᴇ ᴍ ᴇ ⸻

Pairing: Dark Aegon I Targaryen x Fem Reader

Summary: Aegon spends his life desperately trying to win the love of his sister. And yet he's never enough.

Warning: Non-Con (rape), targcest, physical violence, murder, obsessive and delusional behavior, child loss/grief.

Notes: English is not my first language. Art belong to Denis Maznev. Hope you enjoy!

She was always there.

From his earliest memories, her face is etched in his mind like a cold, pale moon. She never smiled, never laughed. Never cried. Just looked. Always watching, always silent. Even as children, while Rhaenys played with him, she was a shadow in the background. A constant presence that gnawed at him, her cold eyes watching him with that empty gaze. It was as if nothing could move her, nothing could please her. But he tried. Gods, how he tried.

He was barely seven, still small but proud of the sword his father had given him. He had trained for hours, his arms aching, his legs sore, but he didn’t care. He just wanted to show her. He wanted her to see him—really see him—for once.

He had run to her, his little chest puffed out with pride, holding his wooden practice sword like it was Blackfyre itself. "Look! Look what I can do!" he had said, his voice bright with excitement. He swung the sword in wide arcs, spinning and thrusting as best as his small body could manage. "Did you see that? I’m going to be a great warrior! You’ll see!"

But she just stood there. Watching. Her face expressionless, her eyes cold, as if she hadn’t seen anything at all. She didn’t say a word. She didn’t even blink. It was like he wasn’t there, like his efforts were meaningless.

He had felt something tighten in his chest then, a feeling he didn’t understand. A hollow ache that made his hands shake as he gripped the sword tighter. He tried again, swinging harder, faster. "Are you watching?!" he had shouted, frustration leaking into his voice.

But she didn’t move. Didn’t smile. Didn’t say anything.

She never did.

And that’s how it always was. Every time he tried, every time he showed her something—his victories in the yard, his skills in battle—she just watched. Her cold eyes always on him but never giving him what he craved. Never giving him anything.

But then, that day came. The day that broke something inside him.

He remembers the sound first. The sound of her laughing. It was so foreign, so unexpected that he almost didn’t believe it at first. He had stopped in his tracks, heart racing, the sound of her laughter echoing in his ears like the sweetest music he’d ever heard. For a moment, just a moment, he thought it was meant for him. Finally, he thought, she was laughing. She was happy. Maybe, just maybe, he had done something to make her feel.

But then he saw it.

She wasn’t laughing with him. She wasn’t laughing for him.

She was laughing with a man. Some nobody. A fool. A good-for-nothing who could never even begin to understand her, let alone deserve her. And yet, there she was, her eyes shining, her lips curved into a smile—something Aegon had never seen in all his life. She was radiant, her laughter like music, but it wasn’t for him.

The rage came fast, burning through his veins like fire. How dare this man, this insignificant speck, be the one to bring her joy? How dare she smile for him, laugh for him, when she had never once given Aegon anything but that cold, dead stare? He could hardly see through the fury as he drew his sword, his heart pounding in his ears, and with one swift strike, he cut the man’s head clean off.

The blood sprayed across the floor as the man's body crumpled to the ground, lifeless, useless. And Aegon, triumphant, stood there holding the severed head, his heart racing with the thought that maybe now—now—she would see how much he loved her.

He brought the head to her, a smile tugging at his lips, presenting it like a gift, like an offering to a goddess.

But then, for the first time, he saw her cry.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, silent, like everything else about her. She didn’t wail or scream, just wept, her cold, distant eyes filled with sorrow. But not for him. Never for him. The realization hit him like a dagger to the chest. She wasn’t crying for him. She was mourning the other man, that worthless fool.

Could she not see? Could she not understand what he had done? He had killed for her. For her. To prove his love. Why couldn’t she see that?

It was worse now. So much worse.

He stands in the room, their child’s room, staring at the small bed where their son had once slept. His heart is heavy, his chest tight with grief that he can’t seem to swallow. Tears burn in his eyes, but he doesn’t care. Their child is dead. Gone. And he can barely breathe from the weight of it.

But when he looks at her, she’s standing by the window, her back to him, staring out into the night as if nothing had happened. As if their son wasn’t lying cold and still in the crypts below.

She doesn’t cry. She doesn’t scream. She doesn’t even move.

His son, their child, lay lifeless, and yet...she didn’t care. She couldn’t care. The realization gnawed at him, twisting in his chest like a knife. If it had been another man’s child, would she be mourning now? Would she cry for that child, like she had cried for that worthless fool?

"Do you...do you not care?" His voice cracks, the words barely a whisper. He feels like he’s choking on the silence. "He was our child. Our son." His hands tremble, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Why… why?"

She doesn’t answer. Of course, she doesn’t.

She never answers.

The hollow ache that had plagued him since childhood is back, sharper than ever. He stares at her, at her still, cold form, and something inside him snaps. He can feel it, like a tether breaking, a dam bursting inside his mind.

"Why?" he growls, his voice low, trembling with fury. "Why can’t you love me? Is it really so hard?!" He steps toward her, fists clenched, his heart hammering in his chest. "I’ve done everything for you. Everything!"

His hands shake as he grabs her by the shoulders, spinning her around to face him. She looks at him with that same blank, emotionless expression, her eyes cold and distant, as if she’s not even here. As if she’s not even alive.

"I killed for you!" His voice is rising, desperate, wild. "I’ve fought for you, bled for you! I’ve done everything you could ever want, but you—" He pauses, his breath coming in harsh gasps as a dark, twisted thought coils in his mind. "Is this because of him? Because I killed that servant? Did you really think he could love you more than I do? That he deserved you? Him?"

His grip tightens, fingers digging into her flesh. He can feel his heart pounding in his chest, the rage coursing through his veins. "I am the one who loves you. I’m the one who’s always loved you!"

She doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t react. Just stares at him with those empty, cold eyes.

The silence is unbearable. It breaks him.

With a roar, he grabs her dress, tearing at the fabric, ripping it apart in his hands. He’s rough, vicious, his fingers leaving bruises on her pale skin as he forces himself onto her.

She doesn’t fight back. Doesn’t scream. She just lies there, blank, her body cold and still beneath his. The more she doesn’t react, the harder he thrusts, the rougher he becomes, as if he can force her to feel something—anything. He can feel the blood, can see the bruises forming on her skin, but she just keeps staring at him, those empty eyes boring into him, cold and unfeeling.

But it didn’t matter.

She will love me. She will.

"You will love me," he growls, his voice low and savage, each thrust more brutal than the last. "You will love me. You’ll see. I’ll make you."

But she doesn’t change. She never changes.

Even as her body bleeds, even as he takes her in the most violent, twisted way, she just looks at him with that same cold, distant stare. As if he’s nothing. As if nothing will ever be enough.

Her eyes stayed cold.

Her eyes stayed empty.

And still, he kept going.

@ʀᴏᴛᴛᴇɴꜰʏʀᴇ 2024. ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴏʀ ᴜꜱᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴇʙꜱɪᴛᴇꜱ

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Exomemory

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Exotrauma

pt: extotrauma

exotrauma is a general term for traumas that the body did not experience. it can include, but isn't limited to: plurality, kins, immersive daydreamers, and more

exotraumas can affect someone so much as traumas that they bodily experienced, specially for those who still feel connected to this trauma in some way

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[eminances]

ㅤㅤㅤ🄯ㅤnão permito repostagens, alterações

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ㅤ𝖎𝖋ㅤㅤㅤ🄯ㅤㅤㅤ𝓒𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗌 ㅤ𝖽𝖺ㅤㅤ 𝓐𝗅𝗆𝖺ㅤ

𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝗈 𝗏𝖺𝗓𝗂𝗈, 𝗌𝖾𝗆 𝗌𝗎𝖺 𝗏𝗈𝗓 𝖾𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗈 𝗇𝗈 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗈, 𝗌𝖾𝗆 𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗌 𝗈𝗅𝗁𝗈𝗌, 𝖾𝗎 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗈, 𝖾 𝗇𝗈 𝗏𝖺𝗓𝗂𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗌 𝗈𝗅𝗁𝗈𝗌, 𝖾𝗎 𝗆𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗈.

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ㅤ𝓼. ㅤㅤׁㅤㅤ 𝓦𝗁𝖺𝗍ㅤ𝗂𝗌ㅤ𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌?ㅤ ㅤ♰ㅤ ㅤִㅤ

𝗉𝗈𝗋 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆 𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗆𝖺 𝖻𝗈𝖼𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗃𝗈𝗎, 𝗏𝗈𝖼𝖾̂ 𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎? 𝗉𝗈𝗋 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆 𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗆𝖺 𝗆𝖺̃𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗀𝗎���𝗈𝗎, 𝗏𝗈𝖼𝖾̂ 𝗇𝖾𝗀𝗈𝗎?

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ㅤㅤܐ ㅤㅤֺㅤ ㅤ𝖋𝗈𝗋ㅤㅤ 𝗋ᧉ𝖺𝗅ㅤ ㅤؚㅤ ㅤঈ𝓈ㅤ

𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗈𝗅𝗁𝖾𝗂 𝖾𝗆 𝗌𝖾𝗎 𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗈, 𝗏𝗂 𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗌 𝗈𝗅𝗁𝗈𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗌, 𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗌 𝗅𝖺́𝖻𝗂𝗈𝗌 𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗆 𝗈𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗆𝗈𝗌, 𝗌𝗎𝖺 𝗏𝗈𝗓 𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗁𝖺 𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗆𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗈𝖽𝗂𝖺, 𝗆𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖺𝖼̧𝖺̃𝗈 𝗌𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗀𝖺 𝖺 𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗃𝖺 𝗏𝗈𝖼𝖾̂ ( 𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗌 )

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[nqvo]

ㅤ──ㅤNURSE NAMES, PRONOUNS && TITLES.⠀⠀⠀♡ ㅤㅤ⠀ REQUESTED BY @mwaidie

I truly struggled with this, I am very sorry for the poor quality.

ㅤ──ㅤNURSE NAMES.⠀⠀⠀♡

Elsie, Dollieve, Elfie, Nevaeh, Valentina, Velvetine, Lilibet, Alloette, Nyurse, Nyulitte, Medycine, Florence, Syringesse, Faith, Syringeryie, Knyves, Bandayde, Remedyie, Nursix, Medicina, Nyurture, Euphrosyne.

ㅤ──ㅤNURSE PRONOUNS.⠀⠀⠀♡

Che / Cher, Syr / Syringe, Nyu / Nyurse / Nyurture, Rem / Remedy, Med / Medic, He / Heal, Pulse / Pulses, Hyrt / Hyrtself, Ane / Anes / Anesthesia, Amb / Ambulance, Sur / Surgeon.

ㅤ──ㅤNURSE TITLES.⠀⠀⠀♡

The Wailing Healer, The Precious Nurse, The Hospital Sweetheart, [Name]'s Nurturer, Healers Blessing, The Anesthesiologist.

TEXT READS: DNI if Radqueer, TERFs, Pro/Endo, Pro/Com/Darkship. Do not repost my work, ever!!!

Begin PT.

Nurse themed NPTs, requested by mwaidie (link).

I truly struggled (link) with this, I am very sorry for the poor quality.

Nurse Names : Elsie, Dollieve, Elfie, Nevaeh, Valentina, Velvetine, Lilibet, Alloette, Nyurse, Nyulitte, Medycine, Florence, Syringesse, Faith, Syringeryie, Knyves, Bandayde, Remedyie, Nursix, Medicina, Nyurture, Euphrosyne.

Nurse Pronouns : Che / Cher, Syr / Syringe, Nyu / Nyurse / Nyurture, Rem / Remedy, Med / Medic, He / Heal, Pulse / Pulses, Hyrt / Hyrtself, Ane / Anes / Anesthesia, Amb / Ambulance, Sur / Surgeon.

Nurse Titles : The Wailing Healer, The Precious Nurse, The Hospital Sweetheart, [Name]'s Nurturer, Healers Blessing, The Anesthesiologist.

End PT.

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ㅤㅤㅤ ᖭི༏ᖫྀㅤㅤmakeㅤㅤ✞ ͜͡꒱ㅤㅤmeㅤㅤཐིཋྀㅤㅤemptyㅤ༻.*

[lachatalovematcha]

🍎🌈🎀(ゝ。∂)★｡･::♪僕は恋に落ちた🍀🍊⭐️君が望むなら何処にだって(◡ ω ◡⁠)初めてなのさ 君と🎀⭐🌈Ｌｏｖｅｌｙ ｄａｙｓ🥬🎀🌈＋ﾟ｡＊（＊´∀｀＊）＊｡ﾟ＋✿ °̩̥‧̥‧̥ ‧̥°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̥°̩̥‧̥·̊ ✿こんな気持ちはまるで🌈🍮🎀僕の心は鳥になって君へと向かうよ☘️🍎🐱🎀🌈

[muffiinss]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗗𝗢𝗣𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗘

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀男なんていらない、⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀アクセサリーだけ.

ㅤㅤ⠀𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ㅤ 小さな秘密ㅤ˚̩̩̥͙*༅｡˚ ㅤ†ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏

[starsnjoon]

. Is this the hiv? .

ㅤㅤ  ᮫   𖦹 Angels die with you ㅤ ۪ ֹ

[br0kenangel]

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𝑌𝐴𝑁𝐷𝐸𝑅𝐸 𝐵𝑈𝐿𝐿𝑌 who's obsessed with your pussy ⁺¹⁸

Yandere bully who is so mean to you in public, constantly teasing and making you cry, taunting you in front of everyone, pushing your buttons just to see you break. "What's wrong, baby? Gonna cry again?" He grins, acting like the bitch he's known to be. But in private, he's on his knees, your obedient pet, begging to please you however you want.

Yandere bully who's addicted to you, desperate for your approval. He'll do anything to have you, anything to make you cum, anything to feel like he's worthy of your attention -even if it means pushing you to the brink of pleasure every chance he gets.

Yandere bully who gets you alone any chance he gets and makes you cum over and over again, his cruel exterior gone as he worships you with his mouth and hands. "You're so fucking beautiful when you cum for me. 'Il do anything for you, baby." His fingers don't stop, even when you're shaking, his lips constantly moving over your sensitive skin, drawing out orgasm after orgasm until you can't take it anymore.

Yandere bully who loves catching you off guard when you're trying to study, slipping under the table and spreading your legs without a word. His fingers slip inside you while his tongue circles your clit, licking and sucking on it like he can't get enough. You try to concentrate, but it's impossible, and he knows it. "Come on, baby, keep studying while I make you feel good." He smirks against you, watching you fall apart as he fingers you under the desk.

Yandere bully who loves to suck on his lollipop in front of you, popping it in and out of his mouth with a teasing grin, only to push it inside your pussy without warning. "How's that feel, baby? Bet you never thought this sweet thing could fuck you, huh?" He moves it in and out, his eyes locked on your expression as he watches you struggle. And when he's done, he pulls it out, licks it clean, and goes right back to sucking on it like nothing happened, savoring your taste mixed with the candy.

Yandere bully who acts like he's in control, always smug and cruel with the things he says, but the moment you're soaking wet and he's got his mouth on you, it's like he's a different person. "Fuck, I can't get enough of this. You taste so good, baby... I need more, please."

Yandere bully who moans like he's the one getting head whenever he's between your legs, his voice breaking as he eat you out. He can't help the sounds slipping out of his mouth, so lost in the taste of you that he's grinding himself against the mattress. "Fuck, baby... you taste so fucking good. I'm gonna lose it.." The pleasure in his voice is unreal, like he's the one being pleasured.

Yandere bully who gets absolutely lost between your legs, so pussy-drunk he forgets everything else around him. His mouth is buried between your thighs, licking and kissing like he's been deprived of it for days. He's groaning into you, the wet sounds echoing as he slurps up everything you give him, completely obsessed.

Yandere bully who talks directly to your pussy like it's a person, his voice low and ragged, whispering how good it is, how perfect it feels for him. "Fuck, baby, you're so fucking sweet.. So good for me. God, I'm never letting you go." He kisses it like it's his lips, muttering praises to it while his tongue laps you up.

Yandere bully who gets so messy and sloppy, his face drenched with your slick, but he doesn't care. The more you give him, the more he wants, making filthy, lewd noises as he fuck you with his tongue. "Shit... I can't get enough. I need more, more of you." He's never satisfied, his fingers spreading you open just so he can see how you pulse for him.

Yandere bully who doesn't just lick, he makes love to your pussy with his mouth, slow at first, dragging his tongue in long strokes like he's savoring every taste. Then he's frantic, desperate, his lips locking around your clit, sucking so hard you can't hold back your moans, and he loves it. "Fuck, baby, you're so wet for me. Keep making those sounds, I'm fucking addicted to this."

Yandere bully who can't keep his hands off, always pinching and smacking your pussy between sloppy licks, just to watch it bounce and twitch under his touch. "God, I love seeing you like this, so swollen and needy for me." He'd smack it again, the sound so lewd it makes you blush.

Yandere bully who loves to spits on your pussy, his eyes dark with lust as he watches his saliva drip onto you before diving in with his tongue. "Look at this, baby. So fucking messy for me, just how I like it." He grins, dragging his tongue through the wetness and your slick, slurping noisily like he's savoring every second of it.

Yandere bully who bites your pussy just to see your reaction, his teeth grazing over your swollen lips, nipping at your sensitive skin. "Come on, baby, don't squirm. You know you love it when I get a little rough with you." His voice is low, teasing, as he watches your body jerk at the sensation. He alternates between soft kisses and sharp bites, pushing your limits.

Yandere bully who buries his face deeper, tongue pushing into you as far as it can go while his nose grinds against your clit. He groans with each taste, like he's drowning in pleasure just from having you on his lips. "You're so fucking perfect. I could eat this forever:" His words are so slurred and desperate, like he's too far gone to think straight anymore.

Yandere bully who tells you he loves you for the first time when you squirt into his mouth, the taste driving him so insane that the confession slips out before he can stop it. "Fuck... I love you. I fucking love you." His voice is hoarse, and he's groaning like he's the one cumming, licking up every drop you give him as his face gets soaked in your release. He's a mess, panting, eyes wide as the reality of what he just said settles in, but he doesn't take it back.

Yandere bully who gets so overwhelmed eating you out that he cums in his pants without even touching himself, his body shaking with how much he's lost in it. He's a mess, his cock twitching in his soaked boxers while he keeps his mouth on you. "Oh god.. fuck.. I'm cumming... I can't- shit-"And even after he cums, he still doesn't stop, licking up every drop of you like it's his lifeline.

Yandere bully who grinds himself against the bed, getting off just by eating you out, humping the mattress as he moans into you, obsessed with how you taste and feel. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum just like this... you're too fucking good. I can't take it..."

Yandere bully who stays between your legs even after you're spent, lazily licking and kissing, his breath hot against your sensitive skin. "l'm not done... Stay still..." His voice is low, almost hoarse, as he presses one last kiss against your pussy, so utterly drunk on it that he can't stop himself.

Yandere bully who takes so many pictures of your pussy that his phone is filled with them. He's got one as his lock screen, grinning every time he unlocks his phone and sees it there. "God, you're so fucking pretty. I can't get enough." He pulls out his phone to take even more photos when you're spread out for him, snapping pictures while muttering to himself about how perfect you look. He's gross, but he doesn't care-he's obsessed with having every part of you to himself.

Yandere bully who wants to shave you himself, his hands steady as he moves the razor over your skin, but it always ends the same way-with him making you cum so hard that your pussy is swollen and puffy by the time he's done. "You look so cute like this... all swollen for me." His fingers trace over your sensitive skin, teasing you even more, knowing you're already overstimulated. He never stops until you've cum over and over again, leaving you a trembling, swollen mess.

Yandere bully who isn't satisfied until he's made you cum more times than you can count, watching you shake and scream, completely addicted to the way your body reacts. "Look at you.. all mine. No one else gets to touch you like this. Only me." He's possessive, obsessed, and so pussy-drunk that he's practically begging for more, even when you can't take it anymore.

Yandere bully who cries when you cum on his tongue, so overwhelmed by how sweet you taste that tears well up in his eyes. He's moaning and sobbing, his face soaked with a mixture of your wetness and his tears. "You're so fucking sweet.. so perfect... fuck, I can't take it..."He presses his face deeper into you, tongue flicking desperately, crying with how much he loves the way you feel.

Yandere bully who steals your dirty panties every chance he gets, slipping them into his pocket when you're not looking. He hides them away just so he can sniff and lick them later, getting off to your scent like a total pervert. "God, you smell so fucking good.. I can't stop thinking about İt." He presses the fabric to his nose, groaning as he grinds against the bed, cumming hard while licking your panties, completely high.

Yandere bully who can be the meanest, most disgusting version of himself, using your body for his pleasure, but you can feel the way he's addicted to you, how much he needs to please you. It's a twisted game between love and hate-he's cruel, mean, but the moment he's got his hands on you, he can't stop himself from worshipping you in the most filthy, desperate ways possible.

@ 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒. 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒚, 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒆𝒃𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔.

[fre-sitas]

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