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There’s absolutely no fight within her small frame as she’s pushed up against the wall. Her voice came out a whisper, β€œOkay.” Pretty sure she just heard her voice in her head. Freaky.
Doesn't matter. She's walking over quickly, taking the other by the arm and shoving her up against the nearest brick wall. [ Do not scream. ]
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Oh. That’s a good point.
No. The rain will do just fine. No evidence.
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Would she like a handkerchief?
Looking to the sky and closing her eyes, letting the rain wash the blood away.
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β €β€’ ; β € π˜ͺπ˜΅β€™π˜΄ 𝘒 𝘣π˜ͺ𝘳π˜₯, π˜ͺπ˜΅β€™π˜΄ 𝘒 𝘱𝘭𝘒𝘯𝘦
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β€œI’m going to have to find a job soon.”
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Most of the time the minimal slumber she gets is haunted by nightmares but occasionally she gets to dream. It’s always the same person. Handsome. Sweet. Funny. Kind. She has no clue who he is. Even then she loves the way he keeps the dark at bay.
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The spider in the corner of her room has built quite the beautiful web. Maybe it’ll catch this pesky fly that’s been buzzing around her head.
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She’s affectionately dubbed it Spim Jr. Felt appropriate.
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He doesn’t seem to be okay and she isn’t the type to just leave someone in times of crisis. This seemed like it was a crisis. The woman issues polite apologies to anyone he bumps but she’s still steadily making her way towards him until she can just . . . There. Her hand β€”
Mind’s a blur. Everything’s a blur. Doesn’t feel the bumps, they don’t process, don’t compute. Senses disconnected from the brain. Stumbling away. More zombie than man. Not even hearing the voice calling out for him.
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β€” nudges his. β€œHey.”
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Agreed. This is not therapy. They do not need to delve into semantics. Just enjoy the casual conversation. β€œ. . . I have a lot of love. I think. I’m just never sure who to give it to.” A faint shrug. Nothing wrong with wanting what you want. Demure smile, β€œI won’t.”
B never thought about it like that. It could be an inseparable need for... well, lets not deep dive. "I have enough... to go around." Just, once B is obsessed, she plain and simple wants what she wants. Nods. "Don't sing for anyone who doesn't deserve it."
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Something bumped her elbow, the camera in her hands nearly bouncing right out of them. Ah! Her head whipped to the side to see the culprit. Wait, does she know him? Flower crown. Sensing his distress she began to follow after him, β€œ. . . Hey β€” ”
Stumbling through the streets. Mind’s a haze. Can’t think straight. Dried tears evident on both cheeks, eyes exhausted. He wants to sleep. Wants to die. Wants to kill. Bumping into people, people bumping into him. He doesn’t care. Too broken to care.
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The ironic part is none of her thoughts were even remotely sexual. It had been a project for photography class a year or two ago. So all she would have seen were flashes and tasteful fetish clothing. β€œMhm, it was a photoshoot. Looking back on it he was probably not putting up β€”
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β€” much of a fight seeing as we were being graded on it.”
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Anna blinked. β€œNo need. I know from experience.”
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So. . . he’s like a naked mole rat.
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Not if you use a leash.
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This sounds like a lot of effort.
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