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my multi is now archived: follow @d4ughter <3

my multi is now archived: follow @d4ughter <3

my multi is now archived: follow @d4ughter <3

my multi is now archived: follow @d4ughter <3

my multi is now archived: follow @d4ughter <3

your father's blood will be your blood until you're both rotting in the ground. when you stare in the mirror, his face will be glaring back at you with the utter disdain and disappointment only a father can truly have.

Despite his haste, movement across in the street in his peripheral vision attracts his attention... just in time to see a guy around his age walk right into a sign; like a scene right out of a comedy movie. Naturally, a bubble of laughter does rise in his throat, but Keys bites it back in lieu of crossing the street toward the (vaguely familiar) stranger, concern in his dark eyes. “Uh, hey... are you okay? That looked a little rough.”

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