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he places hands against each hip,
squinting eyes at the blondie boy.
“uh , yeah ׅׅ𖤠 i call it … the .. scheme
of optional workers .” he grins,
shrugging . “n’ if you’re gonna kill
me with that, y’woulda done so
already.”
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( a sheepish glance upward, tugging
the blanket around himself before
holding the bowl between two palms.
he offers a weak chuckle, sighing. )
y’didnt poison this, didy’aׅׅ𖤠
( a joke , he swears . )
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