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โ i didnโt even crumple when bowers would beat the piss out of me . . man thatโs embarrassing . โ
locking eyes with killian to offer a soft nod , one that was reassuring to tell her he was okay despite the wobbling in his steps .
โ new record for fastest puncher . โ
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โ could tell it hurt, from the way you crumpled so fucking quickly, man. โ
palm resting at base of his neck, concern still scrunching at the corners of weathered expression that held some relief.
richie was okay, that was good.
i would let you
unmake me slowly;
peel the years from my bones,
pluck my heart from its red cathedral;
leave nothing but the architecture
of having loved you.
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โ thank god . . . โ
finally pushing himself up from the ground , a bit wobbly from being smacked around in the head .
โ i didnโt want to tell him but fucker
packs a punch . โ
frown etches itself back to face as he
hisses at the feeling of his tender jaw .
โ
unable to conceal an upward curve of chapped lips, almond eyes rolling as she dipped her head with a heavy snort. the idea was laughable, really, richie didn't fail to make her chuckle.
โ nah man, probably just spouting shit. ใ