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... own, pecking clean the table of leftover biscuits and crumbs before grabbing the tablecloth and neatly placing it on a shelf to the side.
Once the cleaning was done, Deklabi lightly hopped on the ground and her body floated gently upward like a feather, resettling on the main seat of the circular space.
At this moment, she was the mistress of the small White Feather Church, listening to the worries of various guests, like a pure and flawless young Angel.
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