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her mothers.

no. her mother and her sister. a matriarch boded well for the likes of enigma, more inclined to listen to the words of women. men so inclined to be hot headed or too aloof to see beyond their nose.

barracuda had been different, but she had seen enough to know that was not a common male boss.

not here. not to her knowledge. 상어 지느러미 코브. a lost mother tongue hanging thickly onto her words.

the place had retained its native name, even after generations had dissolved into a language more reaching of trading and visitors. some of the elders demanded it still. the younger generations who flanked as bosses adapted to the change.

you are away from sapphique?