day by day

Ryna

day by day

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A set of random Oneshots about my guardian's daily life and her interactions with other characters, specifically the mascot: Elaro. You'll get small glimpses of her interacting with other characters.

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https://spiritfanfics.com/perfil/roze -> Spirit perfil. Aquela autora, que só lembra de postar algo a cada 50 anos, super relaxada e inca...

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O dia em que o encontrei

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Meu quarto e novas interações

987 words•~5 min
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Um novo dia e novos empregos

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