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Realizing I'm gonna actually have to save money and maybe do commissions so I can buy as much merch as I want
In a few days I can start adding to this monster with new tour outfits [buzzes with excitement]
She sometimes wished she could wear a mask. Be like the luchadores of old, never removing their mask in public, not even in death. It was protection, a symbol of power. A hiding place. Right now, there was a lot of fear Paz needed the strength to disguise.
“What would you do if I told you I love you?” Paz asked. “What then?”
Eduardo sank. Unsung feelings finally claiming a voice should have felt like heaven. Instead, it was damnation.
“Nothing.” There was no way to ignore the tremble in his voice. “Perhaps pray for you.”