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Cat keyhole bra set  (^・ω・^ )

Teen to elder
8 Colors (Tops and bottoms)

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Recommend download [ Cupid bra set ]

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Standalone item / Catalog thumbnail / All lod
New mesh (Edit from maxis mesh)
Tool : Sims4studio / Blender / Photoshop
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Thank CC/Pose

Hair - missParaply / Maygamestudio
Cat bell choker - sims4-marigold
Earring and Necklace - kedluu
Pose - dearkimsjuoo9082​

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Cupid bra set

Teen to elder
8 Colors (Tops and bottoms)

Download [ Dropbox ]
Recommend download [ Cat keyhole bra set ]

About CC

Standalone item / Catalog thumbnail / All lod
New mesh (Edit from maxis mesh)
Tool : Sims4studio / Blender / Photoshop
Please update your game in last version, If cc or thumbnail not show in cas.

Thank CC/Pose

Hair - darkosims3 / cool-sims
Earring -  S-club
Pose - dearkims / flowerchamber

➴❤


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:: If cc have a problem, please notify to me ::
:: TOU ::

8

The call came on a Monday afternoon. Mondays were my ‘me’ days. I was taking a stroll in a park, calming my nerves after another tough week of protecting the last shreds of my sanity. Holding on was becoming harder day by day. Some days it almost seemed like everyone was right. Like however hard I was trying, I couldn’t make it. It was in my blood.


I made a resolution to never answer numbers with this area code a long time ago. The only reason why I still survived was keeping distance from that place. That cursed, broken place and all the sad, damaged people living there. But this number… This number I could never bring myself to ignore.


Fortunately, until now I never had to try.


I stopped, staring at the screen in daze. The darkness in my heart stirred. All those years keeping it at bay and here I was, send hurling back into the pit by the sight of eleven numbers. Gulping down bile I took the call and whispered, ‘Why now?’


‘You need to get back.’


‘Shadow… ‘


‘It’s your father,’ he started explaining, but I cut him off.


‘He can stand his own,’ I said confidently, ignoring the sadness in Shadow’s tone. I didn’t want to hear it. I didn’t want to think about consequences. ‘He doesn’t need me there.’


‘Freckles,’ he whispered softly, silencing me. ‘He is dead. Your father is dead.’


No. Not yet. Closing my eyes I disconnected and stood there, in the park, clutching at the phone until my knuckles turned bone white. My father was dead. And I knew who killed him.