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⠀⠀⠀' 𝐁𝐞𝐠. 𝐂𝐫𝐲. 𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭
⠀⠀⠀𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭. '
⠀⠀⠀the Rider speaks, low and hollow,
⠀⠀⠀as he steps off of his bike. his heavy
⠀⠀⠀boots thud against the pavement
⠀⠀⠀as he steps closer.
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… well … it’s not like she could explain it away when she was literally caught red-handed .
once again , June’s the one having to pay for the witch’s cruelty .
“ 𝘯𝘰 … 𝘯𝘰 , 𝘯-𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 — “
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⠀⠀⠀' 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐞,
⠀⠀⠀𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬. '
⠀⠀⠀as the flaming skeleton approaches,
⠀⠀⠀flaming boot prints are left in his wake.
⠀⠀⠀with a swift yank.
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︶꒷꒥ 𝖇arren curtains that you're weaving ¸
like the stories that you keep inside your ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑.
she can't keep them all safe ¸
they will 𝕕𝕚𝕖 and be afraid.
𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 ¸ tell me so I say .ᐣ
♡ + ↻ .ᐣ