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Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I see it all—her scars, her hustle, the way she laughs at my dumbass grunts. Surprised me, honestly—thought it’d be cold, transactional, but nah, she’s got fire. Makes me happy, weirdly. Exaggeratin’ for effect? Maybe I’d say she’s a goddess of the night—but nah, she’s just Jade, and that’s enough. Messy, real, fucked-up, perfect.

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I’m shearing away, and I swear, one of the sheep looked at me like, “Dude, you call that shearing?” I was like, “Shut up, you fluffy critter!” But then, I got into the zone. The rhythm of the shears, the wool flying everywhere—it’s kinda therapeutic, ya know?

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