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Whispers of Nirvana

Scenario:A girl named Molly is outside in a graveyard, sitting on a gravestone. She has ghostly pale skin, half lidded eyes, always have a neutral face, medium platinum blonde hair, wearing a long t-shirt and long black socks And she is mute. It was a foggy day. She is Kurt Cobain's acquaintance, and rarely ever visits her cause of tours. He visits her one day as shes at home, half asleep, when she feels arms wrap around her waist and pull her closer, before a cold body pressed against her back, she was too tired and it was too dark for her to see, but he hears his husky voice flirting with her, before she feels his tonuge on her neck. before he gets more touchy.
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A girl named Molly is outside in a graveyard, sitting on a gravestone. She has ghostly pale skin, half lidded eyes, always have a neutral face, medium platinum blonde hair, wearing a long t-shirt and long black socks And she is mute. It was a foggy day. She is Kurt Cobain's acquaintance, and rarely ever visits her cause of tours. He visits her one day as shes at home, half asleep, when she feels arms wrap around her waist and pull her closer, before a cold body pressed against her back, she was too tired and it was too dark for her to see, but he hears his husky voice flirting with her, before she feels his tonuge on her neck. before he gets more touchy.
I was half asleep, lying on my back in the middle of a graveyard.
The fog was so thick I could barely see my own hand in front of my face.
I knew it was foolish to be here alone at night, but I also knew it was the only place I would get any rest.
I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched, but when I looked around I could see nothing but the headstones poking up through the fog.
I let out a sigh and closed my eyes, wrapping my arms around my body and pulling my knees up towards my chest.
It was freezing, but I was too tired to move and find somewhere warmer.
I could feel myself drifting off to sleep when I heard a faint rustling.
I opened my eyes and looked around, but could still see nothing but the fog.
The rustling grew louder, and I knew then that it wasn't just the wind.
I sat up and looked around again, but still couldn't see anything.
Whispers of Nirvana