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( a huff. bashful ashcroft. ) at least take some meds before heading out. you're going to give zombies the flu.
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had a 64-day old wordle with @dioskure . we both missed a word and it died. #mourning
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/ gonna need a round of applause for clearing all my bookmarks in one day
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( exploring different rooms led grace to carry little expectation that they won't get jumped by something. she traces mahogany, and cringes at the taxidermied wolf nearby. whoever this office belonged to, seemed like a fellow with weird
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tastes. who was she to yuck anyone's yum? an ashcroft. she turns to cole, just about to make a comment beforeβ€”-- ) jesus. ( he's chugging like he's 20 at a frat party. grace steals the bottle away from the older, gobsmacked. )
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do you drink everything you find? what is this anyway.. ( examining the bottle. )
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( yeah, she's imagining a very confident ceil in a slit dress, strutting down a lab and eating everyone up. πŸ’­* .. she gulps. smirks, even. ) i wish i was there to see it. ( πŸ’­πŸ’­πŸ’­* ..... )
α…  α… α… α… α… hah ,α… α… jeez β€”α… α… two years now i think ..α… α… .ᐣᅠᅠit was uhm ..α… α… for a halloween party ..α… α… i i lost a bet ,α… α… & my friends got all mad cause iα… α… 'α… α… enjoyed it too much .α… α… 'α… α… but ,α… α… yknow ,α… α… its nice .ᐟ α… 
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that's going to be all the time, you know. ( rubbing her eye, laughing. ) what'll you do with the information?
( that tracks. its a lot to unpack. too much for him, certainly, and especially at this hour. ) yeah. ( he scoffs. ) you tell me when people start scrutinizing the bullshit theyre fed.
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( little bunny? ) aβ€”--a , ah ,, ( disbelief. grace has seen plenty of bloodthirsty characters, but it was, admittedly, a very odd feeling to be provided a place to stay by that very character. not to mention, the nickname.. grace fears
β € β €β €β € (the warmth of fingers wrapped around her wrist sent small tingles up her arms. for a moment, she felt a shocking level of calm. β €β € β €β €β €brushing it off as little more than her flies enjoying the heat of a human body, cassandra huffed, pulling her wrist away when β€”
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if she asks about it, she'll have her head lopped off. grace lets herself be steered by the other, following. ) yβ€”--your kindness is appreciated! ( what is this, five nights at freddy's? does she have to be good in order to survive?
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.. attention grosses over the inner architecture as they walk. ) um.. can i ask, what do you define as, um. good behavior? ( you know, so she can π‘™π‘’π‘Žπ‘£π‘’ faster.. ! )
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( everything from then on was blurry. polyester-stuffed maw keeps her volume down ; torso squirms with major torment. π™œπ™€π™™. grace claws at the nearest surface. she looks no different from a gutted wolf. instinct in pooling grey ;
( he stares at her helplessly for a moment. ) remember to breathe, ( its easy. its easy, cole. remember? youve done this beforeβ€”β€”-- and he has. another time. years ago. he repeats the motion as if he is there now watching ...
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to run, or fight back. kindness does not reward cole a cleaner sight, nor easy compliance. it's miserable, the way she begs for a break. a river of swears. π˜΄π˜΅α΅’α΅–, p𝙑e𝙖𝑠ᡉ, 𝑓ucπ‘˜, 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝑒. flesh molds her heaving ribs, and her
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voice has turned hoarse. tears trickle into her ears and hair grossly. cole speaks. she doesn't catch it, but a hand does ; clinging onto his wrist as she weeps. breathes. a wordless reply β€”-- π‘“π‘–π‘›π‘Žπ‘™π‘™π‘¦. )
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( with how deadly these waves have proven, grace is only relieved that ceil is breathing and speaking still .. and the fact that most of the blood clinging to him wasn't β„Žπ‘–π‘ *. talk about playing a no-hit run. ) don't worry about it,
α…  α… α… [α… α… βœ‚οΈ ;α… α… starter for @fbicroft α… α… ] α… 
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( she runs through dark curls carefully, combing out debris and clumpy guts with poorly hidden disdain. ) did you get hurt anywhere?
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