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â psïŒâ please do not comment underneathïŒâ as that's where i thread my startersâ ;â thank you.
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a brief pause. nails upon palms would sit for a moment or two. leaving moons of crescent upon tanned flesh before reaching out to take hold of the phone resting upon the desk.
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that wasn't his style. he needed to learn to trust herâ ;â trust that she would be able to handle herselfïŒâ in any situation.
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a peel of blindsïŒâ ï¹ .â sidney would peer outside. trying to see if she were out thereïŒâ or anyone in general.
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voiceïŒâ in the back of his headïŒâ telling him to hang upïŒâ ï¹ .â yetïŒâ keeping them on the phone seemed easier as he traversed his home to make sure doorsïŒâ ï¹ .â windows were locked.
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gaze zeroing in on shadowy figures. trying to make out the simple silhouette of a human shrouded in the familiar cloakïŒâ ï¹ .â mask he loathed.
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