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the last pancake is thrown into the air before landing perfectly on the plate , chocolate syrup being poured on top , but not without the classic blend with cognac. Food on the table , take whoever wants it.
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gaze shifts to some random point
and a mumble almost resembling a low growl , sitting down next to him to share a drink.
“It's just my idle face.”
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partly true , she wasn't the queen of good humor after all.
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gaze shifts to the girl's face and then returns to the starting point , a sigh. cigar smoke emanating from the ashtray.
“just missing the local cuisine.”
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whatever , she wasn't there to massage anyone's ego and Jinx naturally seemed like a parrot repeating her own delusions out there — after years of living with her , she got used to it. seeing someone who once was just a scared child now inhaling shimmer into her lungs would
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c͟a͟t͟c͟h͟i͟n͟g͟ said pack with ease , it wasn’t as if this was the 𝗙𝗜𝗥𝗦𝗧 * time something had been thrown her way . granted mostly the items were ones that could cause serious damage . . and they were usually a lot heavier .
forefinger and thumb would slowly remove ⤹
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be tragic if it weren't comical. a shake of the head , coupled with a click of the tongue.
“Nah ... my plan today is to have no plans. maybe have a beer or two at Vyx later.”
Smoke being expelled between the nostrils, a break from the daily rush was good for a tired mind.
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