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... getting up from his seat and indulging himself to a small dance, tapping his bare feet against the flooring. As much as she tried to retain an air of professionalism around the primorelf, she couldn't stop herself from giggling at the sight of the elderly man moving his body in frivolity.
Heldjrim clapped his hairy, stubby hands together, letting out a soft, "Woo!", as he celebrated earning the protection of Iris.
"Is that normal?'
Covering her mouth in an attempt to stif ...
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