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than to alice herself. that is until she begins to mourn the loss of eye contact and her gaze returns to the blonde once more. 〝 for everything, really. i haven’t exactly been fair. 〞
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lips part yet the words she had so carefully curated in her head died on the very tip of her tongue, refusing to be spoken. evie swallows thickly, attention wavering as fatigue heavy eyes drop to settle on the amber liquid in her glass for a fraction too long. it’s
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spine straight, hands folded loosely in her lap. both feet planted on reclaimed hardwood. allie, ever poised, always half a heartbeat away from standing again.
but this is evangeline—— the only one who could ever keep her completely 𝓈till. *
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uncommon for her to be lost for an explanation, usually a woman with an answer for everything, but with alice? alice always managed to throw her completely and utterly off kilter.
〝 for the other night. 〞 it’s quiet, almost mumbled as she speaks more to the table
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