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ᅠ “well, you ma cher, you can look at gambit fo’ as long as you’d like,” their noses meet in a gentle bump, a quiet punctuation mark to his affection. then, gentler, almost shier, the cajun murmurs sweetly, “gambit missed you.”
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every person ah 𝙏𝙊𝙐𝘾𝙃 .. they
. 𖡎 ݁˖ ———
“ 𝕽𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 . 𖡎 ݁˖
——— 💚 ˖ ݁ ༨ leave a piece of
themselves inside my head . it gets
real crowded in here .⠀
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