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The 𝕯𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑、𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄. retweeted
as an em dash (—) lover and chronic user, i am so sad that AI always uses it, so now i’m afraid that every time i’m writing something, people think it’s AI. how do i write professional (and witty) paragraphs now??
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The 𝕯𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑 arched a brow、the motion lazy、almost mocking. The look on 𝖍𝖎𝖘 face played at curiosity、but the faint lift at the corner of 𝖍𝖎𝖘 lips betrayed something closer to pride like 𝖍𝖊’d already claimed the answer.
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immediately furrowing his brows as his gaze met @taintedcross' own ones, before he decided to approach the other.
" you reek of death. "
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𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐡—the taste 𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱、the air 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬 with the scent of 𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔢;a 𝖉𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖊 𝖔𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌、𝖘𝖚𝖗𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊.
The 𝕯𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑、𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄. retweeted
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀@taintedcross ...۶ৎ
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⠀"𝔟𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 be you, girl." "Promised to 𝘮𝘦
by a man who can only feel 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘥 and
𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵 towards you."
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Interesting、huh.ᐣ Careful where those eyes wander—might lose 'em.
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Replying to @chaindgranite
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@taintedcross
——— STAB &̲ KISS
💌⌇ well dont they look
interesting 、 that he cant say.
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Stolen from the timeline、interact with me.
Drop your nn、and I’ll guess if you radiate enemies to lovers、friends to lovers、academic rivals、slow burn romance、or fake dating kind of trope
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Anxious—if 𝖍𝖊 had to admit it. Weeks had passed since 𝖍𝖎𝖘 sibling went missing. No contact. No sightings. Not a damn whisper of that brat.
So、𝖍𝖊 did what 𝖍𝖊 never thought 𝖍𝖊 would—went to the other one. The sibling 𝖍𝖊 barely spoke to.
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A single moment caught on film、never again.
The waiting burned.
Watching her work—watching her ability in motion. The way she could find someone just by looking at their picture. But、then、her face shifted.
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Still、𝖍𝖊’s confused—doesn’t really get what she means by 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵.
But、𝖍𝖊 nods anyway. Awkward.
Doesn’t fit the scene、doesn’t fit 𝙝𝙞𝙢.
Then、𝖍𝖊 looks down—at her hand. She’s holding 𝖍𝖎𝖘 bullet.
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A .38 Special meant for 𝖍𝖎𝖘 revolver.
𝕳𝖎𝖘 gaze shifts—from her hand to her face、then back again.
And slowly、𝖍𝖊 closes her fingers over it—pressing it into her palm like 𝖍𝖊’s planting something there.
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