i don't understand what they're trying to figure out with this 'ink blot' test. they just keep showing me drawings of my father drunkenly storming off from dinner. i can see him now, screaming at me while two bears do a high-five. huh i had forgotten about that last part.
“You’d have to be scary to scary me, idiot.” Arms crossing against her chest. “I’ve been…out. Getting things for John. Not like you’d know what it’s like to help him.”
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* 𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒏 , i didn't scare you or
anything ──── that would've been
great to see you jump .
anyways , where have you been .ᐣ
i haven't seen you , not like i
care or anything .
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Tapping her fingers on a metal table. Not the first time she’s been in an interrogation room, probably won’t be the last. Watching @4MINUTEW4RNING with narrowed eyes from across the table.