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γ Momma was there, occasionallyββ but it was granny who whipped me to shape. No less lady than the next, but she kept two guns and always said to do so was a pleasure. γ
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γ Destination donβt matter much to me, still gonβ be more wanted dead than otherwise. γ
Her provocations were hollow gestures at best, though he bore little inclination to put his theories to the test anytime soon. Rather, the hunterβs interest orbit about her taleβ¦ β
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She doesn't face him. Rather, she kept her eyes on the road, unflinching.
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γ Couple more miles and we'll be out. Where are you trying to go anyway? γ
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γ My daddy wonβt no better. Ainβt βround less he wanted sumβn hot to eat, or a piece of ass. γnot once did his eyes depart from the horizon ahead whilst he detailed the sins of the father, yet, oddly enoughβ¦ he found comfort in a kindred spirit. β
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Two rhythmic beats punctuate the actionββhe finds himself charmed, and thus, reluctantly bends an ear to her requestβ¦ though heβd rather not.
β They say on days hot at this here the devilβs puttinβ iron to his ole ladyβs backside. Believe that? β
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Parallel plumes of cigarette smoke stream forth from flared nostrils, all whilst eyes, red as rubies, leisurely trail each and every contour of the womanβs frame. The huntsman cares not to hide his staring. β
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it was hot and muggy. a soft whine escaped from her lips as she tugged on the corset, that hugged her body to salvage the smallest breeze.
β i think you should buy me a drinkβ¦to cool me off.. β she purred at the stranger beside her.
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β In all my days, I ainβt seen begginβ sorrier than yours. β Dominique eked from the corners of parted lips, the curve of which burnt ever so slightly by the residue of ash. Following a fishing of his coatβs pocket, he placed a singular note across the table. β
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The softened, ambient light of sunset adds a morose, decadent dimness to the scarlet hue of the huntsmanβs onlooking eyes.
γ Just whereβd you learn to drive this here βpiece of shitβ anyhow? Was it daddy? β¦ guess you inherited more then his foul mouth, after all. γ
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γ By all means, though I reckon the boredomβll kill you before the klan do. γ
Dominique playfully retorts, donning a half-smirk which calls attention to his silver teeth. His legs raise until theyβre able to comfortably rest atop the awfully weary window nearby. β
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γ That'll do it. I'd rather walk and mow em down. γ
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Mumbling to herself, she let the sounds of the car's engine fill her ears, body shaking as the vehicle did.
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γ Won it off a βscratch where it donβt itchβ type in a dice game. Nothinβ to write home βbout, but it beats walkinβ. γ
So he merrily said underneath the tipped brim of his hat, the cutthroat offering little in the way of helpββother than occasional complaints.
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