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πππππππ β β β β β ΰ£ͺ ββ± Φ΄ β β β β β βπππ
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πππππππ β β β β β ΰ£ͺ ββ± Φ΄ β β β β β βπππ
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π‘here is πππππ
eΝvΝeΝrΝyΝwΝhΝeΝrΝe and πͺ am lost in it. i π£π³π¦π’π΅π©π¦ blood , π»πΌπ air.
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β what a way to start a day. β
β β β β β β β β morninβ, sleepyhead. thereβs a cold mcdonaldβs hashbrown on the nightstand. β β β β β β β β
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β pale arse. β
β father figure and babygirl all at once. β
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β obnoxiously yawning, stretching his limbs. β
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β all a man really needs is a weed shed. β
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β οΉ his eye twitch a little at the first poke, jaw clenching. snaking his free arm around her legs, fingers tapping at the exposed skin. οΉ i'll scream. β
β β i couldnβt find scissors. my bad. οΉ hands raise in surrender with a breathy chuckle, awkwardly straddling his leg to begin the stitching. needle pokes through skin, then pulls out. οΉ jusβ hit me if it gets too sore. β β
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β a fuckn professional. οΉ a chuckle leaves him as he watches her through the cloud of smoke. οΉ sterile and all. β
β please donβt. οΉ she murmured against the cigarette, before eventually inhaling, blowing the smoke away from the wound. soon preparing the needle and thread, snapping a long length of thread off the spool using her teeth. οΉ β
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β β shame. β he mumbled, pocketing his lighter and throwing the cigarette bud to the ground. β i might jus' set this shit on fire. save us all from the fuckn misery. β β
" thanks, " she murmured, lighting the stick and taking a pull. " and no, actually. although those assholes are liable for it, " she grumbled.
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β right, y're the doctor. οΉ chuckling, litting his cigarette and soon holding it up to her lips. οΉ it better don't or 'm lettin' it bleed til' it stops. β
β π°π©, iβm sorry, whoβs the doctor here? οΉ a stupid little grin, standing above him, using her sweater sleeve to soak up the blood. οΉ relax. if it pops open again, you can blame me. β β β β
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β οΉ he did as she asked, sitting at the edge of the bed. reaching for the pack of smokes and placing one in his mouth. οΉ i can do it myself, y'know. β
β you want a blood stained mattress? alright, sit down. this is gonna suck. οΉ poking at his cheek before rushing over to madsβ room, grabbing the sewing kit. οΉ β β β β β β β β
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β oh, shite, yeah. it's in mads room, bottom shelf. οΉ rolling his eyes, finger poking at her side. οΉ so my blood is not poolin' worthy .α£ β
β the one you used for your stitches when you got stabbed? οΉ returning a light smile, thumb wiping a bead of blood threatening to break off and drip down. οΉ cβmon, i really donβt wanna wake up in a pool of πΊπ°πΆπ³ blood. β
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starryββeyed, daughter of chaos.
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β what sewin' kit .α£ οΉ he looks at her with a stupid smile. οΉ only needles i 'ave ain't very stitches helpful. β
β β β β β β β β probably.οΉ observing the stitches, tangled with drops of blood pearled at the edges. οΉ well, we gotta clean it up and stitch it again. whereβs your sewing kit? β β β β β β β β
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β οΉ scoffing and taking off his shirt. οΉ am i dying, doctor .α£ β
β β β β β β β β yeah, yeah. doctors orders. donβt get all shy βbout it. β β β β β β β β
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β woah, calm down doctor. β
β β β β β β β β alright, shirt off. let me see. β β β β β β β β
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β shoulder. i think they snapped. β
β β β β β β β β the wonky ones or the shoulder? β β β β β β β β
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β my stitches are all fucked, i ain't havin' a very jolly fuckn night. β
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β the second she stepped outside, he held his zippo up with the flame already burning. too adjusted to her never having her own. β nothin' burnin' down .α£ β β
she rolled her eyes, knowing hers wouldn't start for another fifteen. when she finally joined him outside, she was already holding a cigarette.
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β you can yell as loud as you want to. β
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β throwing both middle fingers up at her, he smiled. walking backwards towards the employee exit, hoping for at least a quick cigarette break. β now, unless somethin' is on fire, don't speak t'me. β β
she shook her head and trodded back out into the dining room to refill drinks. she returns later, finding the plate on the counter. " three fuckin' pints, " she said, picking it up and blowing him a kiss.
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