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ㅤㅤ“ that depends, ” she indulges, bruised thought ﹠ wine - slickened sentiment, disarming as one can manage seated on a wire. there isn’t a challenge, yet, ﹠ for once she’s grateful. “ mostly on the kind you’re looking for. ”
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I’ve always preferred Cain. / His angry / loneliness, his / lack of mother’s / love, his Christian / sarcasm: "Am I / my brother’s keeper?" / asks his brother’s murderer. / Aren’t we indeed / the keepers of our dead?
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account will feature both g.illian a.nderson ﹠ r.osamund p.ike as alternating faceclaims, * verse dependant ﹠ partly incorporated to visually emphasise themes of depersonalisation ﹠ derealisation. further info to be added to carrd.
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ㅤㅤthe other leaves in time, book upturned so to save the page number against the countertop, ﹠ she laces her fingers with a careful, weighted squeeze, her tone eventually soft. “ breathe. ”
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ㅤㅤdigits found tucked between either end of her novel depart when she finds his arm, plucked from an overshadowing sense of vacancy ﹠ thrown into an otherwise schooled glance when she’s directed toward an abrupt awareness.
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