i’m so fucking tired of listening to people tell me i need to be 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒚 in order to win. fuck you, fuck 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧, fuck vought & this “ whatever it takes ” crap!
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the blonde's eyes locked onto the younger woman, catching her hesitation. “thanks for trying to comfort me, i guess.” jill stood and took a few steps forward. “but level with me. you're not a victim, so... are you a cop? or... an apprentice?”
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ㅤ “ a relief indeed. ” if only it were that simple .. “ people are so .. shallow. it's not your fault that he ⸻ you know. ” ashlyn bit her tongue before she could say anything. the last thing she wanted to do was be rude.
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“that's a relief!” exhaled deeply. “jig--john changed... everything in my life. i’m always on the move now, traveling to avoid becoming a revenge target myself & on top of that, i get survivors coming to me. i try to help them—you know—when they're not trying to kill me."
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ㅤ “ me ? anything but a victim. ” she waved her hand as if they were at least discussing the weather, as if it didn't really matter. “ but seriously ⸻ no. is that surprsing ? ”
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“understood.” jill removed her sunglasses, sat down at her desk and surveyed the paperwork. A heavy workload awaited. “you're not going to tell me you were one of john's victims too, are you?” it was a question she found herself asking almost on instinct.
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“a weary diva after a long holiday trip, darling,” the psychiatrist replied cordially, dropping her suitcases on the table. “but duty calls... by the way, have we met?”
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