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https://t.co/wPpTyhLr4H btw if hollis let himself feast on people more often he would actually become ( or be as powerful as ) the antichrist. Yay!
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( like a meek deer, he’s instantly shrinking into himself, shaking hands adjusting the ratty hood on his head. his cheeks flush. )
no, no … ‘s nothin’, ma’am. sorry if i bothered you.
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+ beats still in his hands— )
hollis’ eye twitches; he nearly drops the lighter again. it’s pocketed instead, &͟. his face pales, voices filling his head: 𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙝. 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙩.
“ t-thank——um. uh. thank you. ”
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oh——how kind. hollis watches her, transfixed as the lighter is handed over, &͟. it’s for a brief moment that their hands brush—
( those eyes——vacant, 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝. the sickly sweet taste of pure blood fills his mouth, &͟. her heart +
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dainty hands fill the thin plastic bag with the now lukewarm donuts. a giddy grin plasters upon her face as she does so & skips back over to her roommate, only to be sidetracked by the clinking upon the floor. in her best, kind nature, she comes +
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❛ 𝒋𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆 , 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈!❜
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⚘ preschool teacher ⚘ single mother ⚘ aspiring song writer ⚘ college drop out ⚘ sweet as a candied pear ⚘
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𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬,
𝐦𝐯, 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐰/𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐦
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