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the familiar touch is enough to ground her、 breathing heavily. gaze searches for bedelia before landing on her face. “ it was awful、 mama. i was there at the house and there was all this blood and — ” tears prick her eyes ++
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Entering the living room with concerned look, her icy gaze landed on her daughter. She had asked Camille a question and when she got no response she came to check up on her.
There she was, sitting in the living room, obviously having an episode. Placing her wine glass down, +
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and the present. “ lucy locket lost her pocket. lucy locket lost her pocket — ” words are frantic、 eyes squeezing shut. why couldn't she break out of it .ᐣ
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had camille been in her right mind、 she would've taken the offer from will almost immediately. instead、 vision contorts the other into their suspect. trembling figure backs away、 unaware of the invisible line between the past ++
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youngest to ever graduate that fast from the academy.
a blessing to some, but a menace to graham. she was out for his job. his livelihood.
will kept a distance with her. looking around — never paying much attention attention.
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her pocket .. kitty fisher found it .. ” why isn't it working .ᐣ “ not a penny was there in it. only ribbon ‘round it. you're not there. ” 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬. to others on the outside、distress was visible. but her mind was so much worse.
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on a case、 eyes closed. when they reopen、 she's laying on the floor of the crime scene. blood pools around her、 threatening to drown her lungs. 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴𝘯𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭. 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺. “ lucy locket lost ++
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