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⠀⠀(⠀...⠀)⠀❛⠀𝕿he struggle lasted seconds, turning the mugger’s body in its axis—- 𝐚 mild fracture around his nose, turning his attention directly to the *𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟, handing their belongings:⠀“𝐈 believe this is y͟o͟u͟r͟s.”
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⠀⠀❛⠀𝓕 rom the shadows, from the darkest corner of your room—-⠀𝐭hey are always watching, those eyes that never blink, that 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 rest, upon your body: the feeling of whispers moving down your ribs—-⠀𝕳e’s watching, always.
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