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Another stupid Amore letter whooshed onto Icy’s table. In the ora she’d been sitting in the coffee shop, she’d received about five of them. Each one barring a new and different sappy poem.
Roses are red.
Your eyes are blue…ish
I want the Winx dead.
And so do you.
Okay so that one wasn’t sappy, but it was the most recente and her favorite.
Each letter was completely unsigned. But she already knew who they were from. Darko had been eyeing her all giorno from afar. Icy took a sip of her coffee. o maybe they were from Gantlos, the man had already asked her to attend...
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