The night was windy, clouds passing between the stars and Kansas City only to move on their way East. The jet-black Jaguar drove over the cold asphalt of the backwoods street, pulling up to a small church in the country. Stepping out of the vehicle, Aidan's gothic coat caught the breeze, flaring about his knees. He walked to the front door of the
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A perfect end, to an amazing character. I look forward to your future efforts and hope to engage in more roleplay with you, Zack.
my best to you
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