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#72
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Suzerain of Sheol
Desolation Denizen
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Tsae shrugs, alternately massaging her temples and rubbing her eyes. "Eh, if he gets on my nerves, I'll just shoot him. It's whatever." A second passes, and her eyes suddenly widen. "Oh, I'm still doing the 'blurting out whatever goes through my head' thing. Heh... uh, don't pay attention to that?"
Cold silence has a tendency
to atrophy any sense of compassion
between supposed lovers.
Between supposed brothers.
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Posted 09-19-2016, 02:05 AM
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