Widowmaker was getting close and could feel the moment approaching, a branching path that either led to her victory or another day of disengaging and slinking back into the shadows
. “Ahh petite fille, how does it feel, to finally lose?” She said in a calm cadence, her faux panic gone now, replaced instead by a smug look, her usually stoic expression now a sly smirk that suited her beautiful, albeit altered features. Their conversation for the rest of the day had been relatively sparse and touched on nothing important, favouring music, the weather, and anything else that meant nothing
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Widowmaker was getting close and could feel the moment approaching, a branching path that either led to her victory or another day of disengaging and slinking back into the shadows
. “Ahh petite fille, how does it feel, to finally lose?” She said in a calm cadence, her faux panic gone now, replaced instead by a smug look, her usually stoic expression now a sly smirk that suited her beautiful, albeit altered features. Their conversation for the rest of the day had been relatively sparse and touched on nothing important, favouring music, the weather, and anything else that meant nothing
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Widowmaker was getting close and could feel the moment approaching, a branching path that either led to her victory or another day of disengaging and slinking back into the shadows
. “Ahh petite fille, how does it feel, to finally lose?” She said in a calm cadence, her faux panic gone now, replaced instead by a smug look, her usually stoic expression now a sly smirk that suited her beautiful, albeit altered features. Their conversation for the rest of the day had been relatively sparse and touched on nothing important, favouring music, the weather, and anything else that meant nothing
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