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Taryn could feel the heat rising in his cheeks as the other looked him up and down, but smiled and nodded. “Merek...” Clearing his throat, he looked down, then back up. “I... I think you’d be hard pressed. It might not be as simple as it looks.” He joked. The straps from the wings were enough to irritate even Taryn as he’d been putting it on. “Easiest thing would be the shirt.” A non-existent fabric that left him feeling a chill. “Of course, you’re welcome to try.”
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