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[Sᴀᴛɪɴᴇ @FairCourtesan]

«distressed and in pain as Christian sat beside her.

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@PENMANSHlPS

[Sᴀᴛɪɴᴇ @FairCourtesan]

«her sleep, coughing ever-so-slightly.

She suddenly sat upright, her eyes wide open as she coughed and spluttered, looking clearly»

[Sᴀᴛɪɴᴇ @FairCourtesan]

«health, which was already in terrible condition.

While those thoughts were swirling away in an asleep Satine, she begun stirring in»

[Sᴀᴛɪɴᴇ @FairCourtesan]

«properly for weeks, not after Harold had told her to stop seeing her love and she disobeyed him. The fatigue was surely bad for her»

[Sᴀᴛɪɴᴇ @FairCourtesan]

«from the seat next to him on the rickety train, Satine let her eyes close fully as she fell into a light sleep.

She hadn't slept»

[Sᴀᴛɪɴᴇ @FairCourtesan]

«It seemed that 'away from the Moulin Rougue' was a lot further than she had orignally thought.

Giving Christian's hand a gentle squeeze»

[Sᴀᴛɪɴᴇ @FairCourtesan]

{starter for @PENMANSHlPS}

The ex-courtesan's eyelids grew heavier as her and her pennyless writer grew closer to their destination.»

[Sᴀᴛɪɴᴇ @FairCourtesan]

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