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      “…no.”        the wolf was already leaning away          from the other person; tense muscles,                        eyebrows raised and body waving out               an undeniable, perceptible scent of pure FEAR                 …he really hated the threat of tickles.                      “NO. Don’t you dare.”

He wasn’t surprised to hear the man speak French to him. He’d been speaking it with Mal, and not all that quietly. Obviously he knew it. “Ne me dis pas désolé, c’était amu- sant entendre. Je suis Devin.”

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   A sense of camaraderie overtook her, as if the two were slipping     onto an adventure that she very much looked forward to; it was     the reason behind that mischievous smirk before she looked around     again, never letting go of his hand, of course, as she turned and     actually attempted to lead him away from the room and soon     thereafter the halls that would lead them to the front door of the     hospital. “Secret’s t’ no’ look suspicious.” She whispered as she     looked over at him. “Pr’tend ya’re exactly where ya’re s’pposed t’     be an’ no one notices ya’re not actually supposed to be the’e” 

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   “What the fuck? When? Why? What the hell? I hope they     told you that so you can stop it because I don’t plan on     dying anytime soon.” 

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   so, not finkin’ what people    care ‘bout me… tha’s a    bad thing ??

❝ It’s not that I don’t trust you, because I do. I just–we SHOULD have disposed of the body better. I mean, I feel bad for leaving it to rot. ❞ Of course August would feel bad about that. It wasn’t like he felt bad for KILLING the guy because he deserved it; after what he did to them, OF COURSE he deserved it, but he didn’t think they should have just left his body the way they did—they should have done MORE.

“Not sure I do.” Eggsy was teasing, wanting him to spell it out as his hand ghosted along JB’s crotch. “Are ya sure ya don’t want ta tell me what ya want, Jack?”

    “You totally are.”

          “Girlfriend problems.                   More like girlfriend’s dad problem.”

     “You choose what we have.” 

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 At this, she stopped undressing and turned to look  at her twin. “What the hell are you talking about?” 

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brow quips up as she cants her head to the side, the growl was inhuman —– not just a deep tone, no. it was evil, it was rising, it was DANGEROUS and she did not like it one bit. feet step back just an inch as she keeps eyes locked on his, ‘ ‘m not causing any trouble ‘n who says ‘m smart? maybe if ‘m so smart i’ll let you kill me right now  —  END the never- ending stream of fucking pain. ’ she growls.

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