i became good at pretending. i became so good that after a while the lines blurred between my truth and fiction. and sometimes, when i did a really good job of pretending, i even fooled myself.
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" nope , not really . "
clown's lifeless eyes stare back at his and they smile , before her attention shifts over to the blueprints again . a scoff .
" what ? you don't want the company ——
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can a man not sulk in peace?
[ he takes a sip from a glass of whiskey on his desk, looking over his shoulder at her. ]
have *you* nothing better to do than ridicule me?
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It'd been some time since they've been in this room , clown hated everything about it . Despite having been rebuilt , recoded ... those old memories and emotions remained . Especially 𝘩𝘦𝘳'𝘴* .
" Do you have nothing better to do than this ? "
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