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learned to be social ? you seemed like the social type to me even when we first met. you're very ...
( voice trailed off ——— she didn't know what word to use. )
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back and away from the stranger, unknowing if she is a friend or 𝗳𝗼𝗲. not that it matters in the end to him, as there is no room in his heart for friends.
if anything, he was more concerned with the fact he had saved a life to begin with.
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ᅠ sometimes, life grants opportunities one can take or ignore. some are life changing, while others cannot guarantee anything positive coming out from it. a chance, taken on a whim that things may end out fine. broken boy with a broken mind watches as his ▶
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something more than a bag of rotting flesh and bones. that chance, mentioned earlier, is taken as silver blade reflective in the dim light strikes down into the skull of desperate monsters. the body is pulled off and thrown to the side before steps are taken ▶
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