today is a rumor.

              ❛    nice of you to say.    ❜

                 ”  no, uh…  

                           past tense.

                       i’m done now…  “

                                    (  shit, fucking run before she calls the police.  )

              ❛        –– –– you're lucky you're not the mailman,                                             or i'd kick your ass.         ❜

                              she still might kick your ass.  

                   ❛        you could have, like.                                   knocked & asked, you know.         ❜

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                                             ❛ als ob sie etwas gutes. ❜

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             ❛        das ist unhöflich !   –– nehmen sie es zurück.                                     beobachten. ich zeige Ihnen !        ❜

         &  smaller hands push at the taller boy,   eyes squinting          with the effort require to not let her smile break through.          she's turned around,  now,  hands on her hips  &  glare          defiant.   with a dramatic flair,  she allows herself to keel          back into the snow,      arms & legs splayed.     a giggle          escapes her PALED lips         &       she extends a hand,          motioning for erik to                                        ( join her. )

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               ”  no seriously, stop lookin’. i couldn’t                    find a public rest room, okay ?  “

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                         ❛        so you pee in my front yard.        ❜

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                         ❛        oh –– oh, god, i’m sorry! i’m so sorry –––––––         ❜

              & frail hands pick at the stranger’s collar,   realigning               them quickly & gently.      a red tone creeps into her               cheeks.                                 ( she’s blushing at you. )

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     Charity was never well received. In fact, the Flora had loathed       charity. Hated the way it stuck to her skin like the mucous of an Aloe plant,       it’s remnants still clinging to the creases days after. She folded her arms       across her chest, fingers cool against the breeze. 

        ❛ I’m not homeless. So, you can take your bowl of soup somewhere else. ❜

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                words don't come easily from her; jaw hangs                 between pallid lips. a smile curls at the edges,                 though,            & she lets a breathy laugh slip                 between her teeth   & she slides into the chair                 across from her.

                         ❛        no, but you look like you                                     could use some company.        ❜

                【     WAIILINGS LIKED FOR A STARTER.    】

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                                       ❛        drinks on me ?        ❜                       voice rises over the latest POP sensation blasting                       through the speakers,        & small fingers will curl                       around her ( fifth ) mug that night.   never let it be                       said that she couldn't hold her liquor.     a perk of                       being quarion,         but she didn't know that. eye-                       brows raise at the other         &        she offers the                       beginning of a smile. her tab was open, she'd just                       gotten her paycheck,                           so why not.

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