times before he actually took the deciding coin in his mind and tossed it.
His fist clenched one final time as the mental coin dropped, fists, his arm swung out towards her torso.
A crinkle of his nose was all the movement he gave as his eyes scrutinized her as well as her words.
Such an obvious falsity, though it would have most likely been over looked by someone who wasn't already anticipating the worst.
His fist clenched and then relaxed several
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They're akin to a parasite it would seem, the fox and him, attaching themselves to her and this place.
Tick tock. The clock could only hold them in the loop of the inky gaze of late night for so long before it carved a path through his mind.
The thrum of sneaker clad
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feet, the deafening boom of a heart against his ribcage all culminated in a rough hand pushing open the bar's door.
A puff of an uneasy exhale filled the air before a clouded face, angry eyes settling on the woman. Teeth clenching as options were weighed.
❛ Why. ❜
The
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Ignorance is bliss, or so they say.
He certainly doesn't remember her. Maybe some part of his brain might, but it is long lost to the fog that clouds his memory.
Oh ? She certainly is a rude woman. . .
She should be careful, he isn't one to take lightly . . . though
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