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"Trade My Heart" by draco_de
"I'm not a trading card," Dante said curtly, moving farther into the room, smoke puffing out of the Shadow Draik's nostrils as he glanced between his owner and the visitor. "You aren't considering this, are you?" he asked, astonished with the look of thought on Trish's face. How could she be seriously considering this? "No. NO! You can't!"

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