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# —— @SombreHysteria :
"Well, aren't you a piece of work? I was half-expecting a storm to roll in the moment you walked through the door."
The line landed flat, like déjà vu wore the stink of old company—its bite never dulls. All uncertain, hanging in the balance how far ¬
@SombreHysteria But right now, I can recite the catalogue of our interactions from memory — every glance, every barb, every sentence I never let her finish.
That is the problem.
So, for now, with no sign of an exit on her horizon, ¬
That loose end in Prague tugs at the crust of my freshly poured foundation. A debt of blood always adds a pound of flesh. Who knew. I never shy away from accruing fiercest interest.