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âIt needs a lot, Alexei.â She countered, dragging him to the photobooth. Hestia sat beside him, throwing an arm around the other so that they could fit properly. After making a few faces, she slid out of the booth to get their photo strip only to see that half their pictures⊠werenât them. âErm⊠what the fuck is going on here?â
âWho are you and why- she stopped as soon as she heard the voice leaving her lips. It wasnât him and after taking a look at her hands she noticed that those werenât hers either, at least not like she remembered them. âFuck, Iâm a girl. Did the photobooth do that? Are you... Hestia?â













