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mun is 25.
Joined February 2024
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ah ——— ow. . . (limping a little, one hand grasping at her leg.)
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if i love you, is that a fact or a weapon?
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i will claw and scratch and scream my way to a kinder, better, softer tomorrow, if that’s what it takes.
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"Unnie!"
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hi!
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mmmh. . . but. why? i don't get it.
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if someone evens my pinned tweet i'll give them a kiss 🙂
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so much of love is violence. the desire to be split open, invaded, mangled, and made new.
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(watching @manameuras from a short distance. observing. did he figure out what happened to her. . .? she's unsure. slowly and silently, she approaches him, gently tapping on his shoulder in much the same way as she had many hours before. the only difference? her cold body —
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— rests elsewhere, and she no longer needs to breathe.) mister. . . i lost you. you made it out, right. . .?
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(lingering behind @YONGGAMHAAN, feeling a sickening sense of déjà vu. a ghastly hand reaches out for her shoulder — her arm — something. anything. she hopes it's not for naught.) unnie. . . can you hear me?
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i miss my wife who isn't my wife but should be my wife
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(pawing at ghastly face, peering at the other deceased.) at least. . . at least i saved hyun-ju unnie. right? there's that. . .!
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