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*sighs* I'll just be on whenever.... BBL #MoodDrop
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I love how I decided to do this in the month I'd be doing it in, and was like: Tossing this all together solo sounds perfectly fine and sane. Knowing I have zero self-restraint and have now planned Pictionary, Trivia, A Twisted form of 2 Truths, Movie Quotes, Word Search...
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you know what's hot?? A man admitting to stalking your socials, reading old convos and looking at your pictures when he misses you.
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#NumbersandNightmaresCont. demanding I pull harder not for empire, but reckoning. The warehouse air thickened with synthetic haze, Mei's servo-arm ticking like a countdown as she synced the op's neural overlay to our implantsβghost-links flickering to life, painting the lab's
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@OfAdamantiium final ping ghosted my implant: *Shatter away, Adelaide. But gravity pulls hardest in the fall.* Pull harder. Always harder. The lattice would crack; I'd make sure of it #ToBeContinued
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@OfAdamantiium the hate lingered, viscous as spilled code, coating every thought. @OfAdamantiium wasn't just a rival; he was the echo I couldn't silence, the fracture that fit too neatly. Not loveβnot yet, not ever, if I could burn it first. But as the shuttle clawed skyward, his
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@OfAdamantiium me, unyielding, the room's smartglass tinting to eclipse as I ghosted the hallβJax's ping confirming the vault breach: mirror-virus deployed, his psych dumps siphoning like blood from a vein. Down in the fog-veiled streets, Mei waited with the extraction rig, but
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@OfAdamantiium blind to the human rot, Lincolnβthe vendettas that don't compute. Keep your gravity; I'll shatter the orbit." I backed toward the doors, heart hammering not from fear but fury's afterburn, Vera's whisper twisting sharper: *Pull until it screams.* @OfAdamantiium smirk followed
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@OfAdamantiium lattice eventually. Begging." I wrenched free, EchoShield surging a counter-pulseβhis implant stuttering, a flicker of vertigo ghosting his stance, satisfaction blooming cold in my chest. "Beg? I'd sooner fry your vaults and dance on the slag. Your algos are
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@OfAdamantiium in, voice dropping to a blade's edge: "Sabotage me all you want. Beijing was a feint; thisβ" @OfAdamantiium grip tightened, a fraction, enough to spike my pulse "βis checkmate. Your board folds by close; my algos say 92%. Hate me if it fuels you, but you'll crawl to this
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@OfAdamantiium burned bright; Vera pulled you under. And me? I'm the gravity you orbit, hating every ellipse." Up close, his breath was bourbon-warm, eyes storm-dark, the hate between us a live wireβarcing, not to destroy, but to forge something molten. @OfAdamantiium leaned
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@OfAdamantiium vibrated through the floor, through *me*, @OfAdamantiium hand snapping out to collar my wristβnot bruising, but firm, thumb pressing the implant scar like he owned the code beneath. "Corrosion? You're the acid rain, Adelaide, eroding everything you touch. Eleanor
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@OfAdamantiium now this tender? A velvet noose. I'll unravel your lattice thread by thread, starting with that orbital cache. Your unbreakable myth? It's rusting from the inside, and I'm the corrosion you can't scrub." @OfAdamantiium laugh was low, weaponizedβa rumble that
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@OfAdamantiium hunger*, as if he'd mapped every fracture and plotted the mend. God, I loathed it: the way his presence tugged at Vera's echo, not defiance but dissonance, a pull that whispered *bend* even as I screamed *break*. "You shorted our pivots, ghosted my teams, and
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@OfAdamantiium tenders? That's not strategy; it's necromancy, dredging up my dead to pad your margins." I shoved past the desk's edge, invading his space, the heat of him a betrayalβbroad chest rising steady under the suit, that knowing glint in his eyes not just hate, but *
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@OfAdamantiium probeβfeedback looping back to his implant in a ghost-nudge of phantom pain, enough to make his eye twitch. "Join *you*? The man who commodifies scars like stock options? Your sims don't predict me, @OfAdamantiium βthey *haunt* me. Weighting psych dumps at 40% in your
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