i’m sorry—— 𝘪’𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺. traffics kicking my ass right now. think six people passed me without turning their signals on. i’ll be there in .. uh. ten? fifteen?
like a ghost. door open-closes with near no sound at all. could she be permitted just a few moments, sweater wrapped around herself, sat on a porch in a night's breeze?
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ʺfroyo is frozen yogurt. i want frozen yogurtʺ https://t.co/UFqiT2JFb5 —————— suddenly there's no bird and it's you. it's you, mia. mia get off the phone mia.
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@mildewidow , lost with you - Patrick Watson . ( https://t.co/D9ZNvVGWRG ) always thought about the way they sat dion near mia in the helicopter after chris brings her news about ethan's death. he is the shoulder she leaned on when she hadn't the energy for rose,
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that's it, no sudden movement. the mother was temperamental, of an unpredictable* disposition. she's dragged along with her a decorative throw blanket, which now went strewn over her knees. after a second's thought, she adjusts, and manipulates it to cover his legs, too.
like for cats, the rule is simple : 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦. is left blinking slow, arm eventually moving to steady her form closer to him, breaths evening out ———this was his life now.