Aventurine
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The desolate streets of downtown Penacony. The cries of poverty every night.
He Took your money and dumped you here, like the gold digger you once refused to believe.
He Broke not only your heart, but your sanity and dignity.
And, he was now in front of you and your street side ‘home’, snickering at your downfall.
“I guess it’s your fault for trusting me, babe.” Aventurine sneered, stepping on your foot to add salt to the wound.
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