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⠀⠀ ݁⠀⟢ ❛ #𝓣𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐃 ⠀𝓕𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃
⠀⠀⠀ that bloodied ݁݁˖ t͟r͟a͟il of
⠀⠀ *𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 #happytreefriends .
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the world for its graces and
not through adhered
pessimism was suffocatingly
foreign. She just wasn’t
created that way. Eternally
bound to the curse of
𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔.
The bundle of quills doesn’t
even realize Flippy had
finished applying the bandage
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to her finger, still awaiting an
answer as the voices of her
mind lured her away. She
silently praised his pa͟t͟i͟e͟n͟c͟e.
“ … Are you sure ? You really
don’t have to— “
Attempting to tame her hair
would be a battle the soldier
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She monitored gloved hands
as they tended her wound ;
something so 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 and *
𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒕 shouldn’t be
treated with such profound
c͟a͟r͟e. His gestures were soft,
delicate, an unspoken
contrast to his timeworn
uniform — the many battles
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She granted the soldier time to
finish his thought ; listening was
the least she could do after …
* 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. Flaky had grown
rather good at it, wallowing in
her own mind while others
rattled on and on about n͟o͟t͟h͟i͟ng
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special. Not really. Just a dull girl,
hidden beneath a blanket of
* 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬.
She stared at the bandaid he gave
her, eyebrows knitting together
in a concoction of frustration and
guilt. He was t͟ryi͟ng. In fact, Flippy
tried harder than anyone she
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( … ) Surprisingly the girl didn’t
run, choosing instead to disguise
her panic with a lengthy * 𝐩𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞,
posture ridged and unmoving.
This invitation, this offer to ‘ 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 ‘
was nothing more than a ticket to
an early gr͟a͟v͟e. She could see it in
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Perhaps it was ( *never ) of pure
intention. Maybe the predator within
preyed on her fragility, feeding on
that weakness, waiting. Always
w͟a͟i͟t͟i͟ng.
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Flaky silently proceeded under
the 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 of his gaze,
pinching the red thorn and
tugging it from her flesh with a
* wince. Carmine bubbled from
the pin sized wound, a single
drop as bright and pr͟i͟s͟t͟i͟n͟e as
the prettiest cherry on a tree.
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“ Usually, they take one look and
decide it’s not in their expertise.
The ones who try end up getting
poked and— ( 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉 ) It’s just
more trouble than it’s worth. “
Her focus descends to the strewn
remnants of past attempts,
bandaids mimicking tally marks
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