i act harder than i am.i am softer than i look. — AVA., you are safe here.
i act harder than i am.i am softer than i look. — AVA., you are safe here.
i act harder than i am.i am softer than i look. — AVA., you are safe here.
i act harder than i am.i am softer than i look. — AVA., you are safe here.
i act harder than i am.i am softer than i look. — AVA., you are safe here.
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i act harder than i am.i am softer than i look.

— AVA., you are safe here.
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