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your life’s work is dirtied by the fools who adore you.
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she brings the cigarette to her lips, taking a slow drag of the tobacco; pink lipstick staining the butt as she pulls it away with an exhale of smoke. “ congrats, munson, ” she offers him, ⤸
Eddie playfully glares at her and sighs, snapping the lighter shut once her cigarette was lit. "Oh hah hah. I may be a stoner but I know where 𝙄𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙮 is, smartass." He grabs one of his own cigarettes and lights it up, quickly blowing a quick puff of of smoke away from —
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“ i think it’s the kids that keep me here. maybe a little influence of my parents. i don’t know —— i’ve tried to book it but . . . fuck, i always end up right back here. ” her nose twitches again and this time she takes a longer ⤸
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drag of her smoke. she leans back against her car, using her free hand to push stray brown tresses from her face. “ i think some of us are just *𝘥oomed to live in hawkins forever. ”
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whisky eyes flicker up from the cigarette on the ground to the boisterous voice —— a *𝒇amiliar voice she hadn’t heard in a while. “ eddie munson, ” she hums out, nose twitching as he lights his zippo with no problems. ⤸
"Well, well, well. If it isn't good ol' Stevie. Where the 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡 have you been .ᐣ Have you left town never to return only to be sent back by happenstance .ᐣ" He flicks his zippo lighter and holds it out for her with a wide smile.
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eyes narrow slightly as she bends down to pick up the cigarette she angrily discarded to the gravel at her feet. “ italy. that’s in europe, by the way. ” a beat of silence from her, followed by a sigh. ⤸
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“ i would have *𝓁oved to stay out there, but every path seems to lead me right back to this shit—hole. ” instead of taking the zippo from him, she holds the end of the smoke to the flame. “ thanks. uhm . . . how have you been .ᐣ ”
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quiet﹙ 𝘤𝘩𝘬, 𝘤𝘩𝘬, 𝘤𝘩𝘬’s ﹚could be heard as her thumb tries to strike alive a flame; followed by a loud groan as she’s met with *𝒏othing. frustrated —— manicured fingers flick the unlit cigarette to the ground.
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ugh . . . if i said italy, would you believe me .ᐣ.ᐟ
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oh my goodness. penelope .ᐣ.ᐟ it’s been, like, forever .ᐟ
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i want to write .
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2 days. 2 days. 2 days.
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/ i’m woke
Stevie Harrington 🩷
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/ i’m woke
Stevie baby 💓 WIP
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she’s a bit tipsy pre—celebrating her birthday
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