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⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ i hope that when the world ends , i can ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ breathe a sigh of relief ; because there’ll be ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ so much to look forward to . ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀
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Joined May 2022
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ you’re ⠀⠀ right , ⠀ i’m ⠀⠀ pretty troubled. and i’m ⠀⠀ pretty 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 but i — ⠀⠀ and i’m ⠀ afraid ⠀⠀ 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 afraid .⠀ really afraid. but frankly i think ⠀⠀… ⠀⠀ you’re * the ⠀⠀, ⠀⠀ fucking 𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖎 ⠀⠀ christ .
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holding up her discarded pizza crust. “what sort of spoiled brat are you? this is the best part.”
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“nah. i do kinda like…private security.” he can’t get in to the details. he’s had enough people look at him like he was crazy for a few lifetimes. it’s easier to just. let it go. “i work at a convince store sometimes, too. sort of a handyman joint. also—” backtrack. he’s …
beggers can't be choosers and she wasn't picky over what went on top of a pizza. it was a rare treat for her. “ where'd you work? pizza place? ” she tossed her crust back in the box and grabbed another slice.
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it’s nothing special. just pepperoni. donnie finds it difficult to enjoy the small things in life these days. he doesn’t even have fun with pizza orders anymore. guiding a greasy slice up to his mouth. “nowhere special. at work, mostly.” vague as always.
“ a small price to pay for free pizza i guess. ” she stuffed her sketchbook back in her bag and grabbed a slice, taking a big bite and savoring the burst of flavor dominating her taste buds. “ so, where've you been, donnie darko? ”
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⠀ kill the 𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗸𝗶𝗱.
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he shrugs, sitting across from her like it’s no big deal. donnie isn’t exactly rolling in dough. “it’s a whole pizza. i’m not exactly a growing boy anymore …” sliding the box closer. “i’m sure. dig in. you just gotta hang out with me till it’s all gone i guess.”
“ you sure you got enough to spare? ” she eyed the greasy deliciousness set before her and her stomach sounded like it was playing a drum solo.
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“yeah well it’s eight pm so that’s not really …” nevermind. he doesn’t really have the right to lean in to her. he just plops the box of pizza he’d been carrying in front of her. “wanna share?”
“ m'not that small. ” she grumbled, glancing up from her sketchbook. “ i had a granola bar for breakfast. the peanut butter kind. the best kind. ”
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