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https://xitter.cf/t.co/dFKIF8tKym e͟x͟i͟s͟t͟s in her dreams; where aesthetic visions breathe, and commerce bows, but lo͟s͟t in devotion to ALASTAIR. 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 #flaventia

LONDON, UK.
Joined November 2017
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✎ᝰ. Thank you so much for having me. 🩷☺️
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She drew a long breath and sighed. “You know that I love you, right, Alastair? I should never have done that to you. And I promise you this time, even if I have something to do with work. Just say the word, and I will do anything for you.”
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“Especially during this time of your recovery.”
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️ ️ ️ Oh, Alastair. ️ ️ ️
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“I should have been suspicious from the very beginning, when the calculations I had made suddenly went wrong——FOR ALMOST ALL OF THEM——with excuses that made no sense. Problems kept arising, even in the smallest of details. It didn’t even make sense.”
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️ ️ ️ “Can you imagine how bloody mad that was?” ️ ️ ️
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“How do you feel?” For the umpteenth time she asked the same query of the lad; this time, right after releasing him once he had settled himself on the couch, while she sauntered into the kitchen to prepare two hot chocolates for them.
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“You’re fine, I know. You’ve said that,” she cut in, poking her head out from behind the kitchen door before he could repeat the same answer. “I mean, how do you feel being home again?” She made the question more precise. “With me,” she added; specifically.
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