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Chapter 27 - A pretty crier...
JanedoewritingsWell, that escalated quickly! If you’re still here after that wild ride, congratulations! You’ve just experienced one of the darker corners of my imagination. Remember, it’s all fiction, folks—no real-life blindfolds or handcuffs were harmed in the making of this chapter. As always, if you’ve enjoyed this twisted escapade, feel free to drop a comment. And if not, well, at least you got to experience something a little out of the ordinary! XOXO 💋
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