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It's well past her bedtime, but the small winged blond now huddled in a chair looks like she's not planning on doing so anytime soon. She holds the mug in her hands taking a small sip biting her lip a moment.
"How do you fight what you were made to be?" She doesn't look up from the cup. "Or is there even a way?"
"How do you fight what you were made to be?" She doesn't look up from the cup. "Or is there even a way?"