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halfway walking alongside
the hall towards the
bedrooms, the masked
ribbons turn upon hearing
the addressing. ribbon ends
meet each other, fake tears
hanging down porcelain.
“ uhm. hi, kinger. what is it ... ? ”
stepping closer.
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⋆. 𐙚˚࿔ TᖇᗩGIᑕOᗰEᗪIᗩ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆
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⠀ @ribbonymasks.bsky.social.
⠀⠀⠀— 【 ♛ 】 He observes a
plethora of different artworks
made by another ringmaster .
He runs his hands across the
art with a longing gaze .
Eventually ， he turns his gaze
towards the pile of ribbons with
a mask .
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