“Excuse me,”   she calls out, in lieu of a more proper greeting. she’s tired of being proper. tired of being prim. and it isn’t like her father is here to chastise her for it, either.  “I have to ask … What are you doing here? These gardens are private property, you know.”   It’s not exactly accusing, but Weiss folds her arms across her chest regardless, waiting for an answer.

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❬ STARTERS ⚜ KARDIARODI.

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