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#186
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Suzerain of Sheol
Desolation Denizen
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Batting intensifies. "But whatever are you talking about, Gamby? I'm just asking my good pal to fix me some breakfast, what's unusual about that?" She takes a step closer, right into his personal space. "Oh, and did you see I'm wearing your favorite boots today? I bet you've missed them." She taps the leather-wrapped steel tip against his shin.
Cold silence has a tendency
to atrophy any sense of compassion
between supposed lovers.
Between supposed brothers.
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Posted 12-20-2016, 01:58 AM
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