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[lola wilcox @okerwilcos]

@SeriousDeviant -: hmmm, well we might see if someone can provideeeeee wink wink ;)))

[lola wilcox @okerwilcos]

@SeriousDeviant -: it means, oh my gosh wow this idea is amazing.

[lola wilcox @okerwilcos]

@SeriousDeviant -: DHBDEJDSB

[lola wilcox @okerwilcos]

@MadePsychopath - consider things from every perspective.

[lola wilcox @okerwilcos]

@MadePsychopath - move slowly, taking up his hand with one light grip, afraid that he would jump away from her.

“We used to do this too.”
This is when she presses the boys hand to her visage, slowly moving it across the plains of her face. Like a blind man trying to see. You have to -

[lola wilcox @okerwilcos]

@StartWithF https://t.co/ldSgYnZoi7

[lola wilcox @okerwilcos]

@MadePsychopath - we love a virgin

[lola wilcox @okerwilcos]

- I'm pretty sure she does ! https://t.co/ldSgYnZoi7

[lola wilcox @okerwilcos]

@MadePsychopath - youre cute bby.

[lola wilcox @okerwilcos]

; i cant remember her account and a lot of shitty stuff has just happened so give me until tomorrow to answer you unless you find her first https://t.co/oAJmYiKgAS

[lola wilcox @okerwilcos]

:- my bby apnea still uses that fc shes just not on as much bc she has work https://t.co/16RXNq8PwI

[lola wilcox @okerwilcos]

- could vouch less for his happiness because she sadly did not know him like the back of her hand.

She'd mimic his smile, blossoming across her features.
"Thank you," that was for his compliment, "what is your favourite food?"

[lola wilcox @okerwilcos]

- She was here to stay now.
She hoped that this thought would be able to once again cast a happy smile upon her brothers visage. Wanting him to be as happy as possible, he was her soulmate after all, her other half. She wished for her son to be happy too, however, she -

[lola wilcox @okerwilcos]

- tell him some bedtime stories, all about how she came into being. The sort of person she is now. Show why she was the one to leave him behind and survive out there with the polices watchful eyes upon her.

But perhaps it was too late for any sorts of bedtime stories.

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[lola wilcox @okerwilcos]

Was that his sort of thing?

The stories. She definitely could tell him many more stories, that perhaps, he did not know about. There were some stories that not even his father knew of.

If only he was younger, maybe then it would have been opportune for her to - https://t.co/Kjoa0bdInx

[lola wilcox @okerwilcos]

- Wasn't she good. And her son probably didn't know the half of what she'd done in her lifetime.
"I missed /so/ much with you."

[lola wilcox @okerwilcos]

"Do you?" Lips are drawn into some sort of smile. She's not completely sure what smiling was anymore. She'd raise a brow instead, twirling a lock of peroxide hair.

"Well, this isn't the usual look I strive for. I was disguising myself from the police." - https://t.co/zmToiRv9BG

[lola wilcox @okerwilcos]

- The woman would speak softly, whispering into ear as she gave one final stroke of hair, slowly tangling herself away from her son so bright eyes could take him all in.