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â What does bitch mean and why am I not allowed to say it? â

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â E-excuse me... Do you know if there any place to stay around here? For a few weeks? I... â Astin stumbled over his words, feeling out of place already and it only growing worse by the second, â I can pay. â
@lightninglit // for cash // starter call (accepting!) song:Â âfire signâ â david berkeley
Did it hurt you? sheâd asked, a hand pressing warmth and the ghost of old affections into Cashâs thigh. Granted, it had been unclear what sheâd meant; the recalled losses of his foot and of his brother both still hung in the heavy, unstirring air of the clearing. Sheâd asked, and been met with disappointment at the inevitable answer. He always says heâs fine, always says it doesnât bother him. But thatâs a lie, isnât it? How do you endure such loss and not feel something at it. Sheâs speaking again almost as soon as the denial passes his lips. âthese are the scars you never show. Act like nothing hurts, but I know you,â she protests, squeezing her hand just a little in a show of comfort. Her eyes turn from her gesture up to Cashâs face through the fall of loose curls, gleaming, still those of a curious girl heâd once known. âI know you feel more than that. TALK TO ME.â
â you know that moment right before you die is such a gift because you get to choose what goes through your head. what your last song will be. â-GHOST!FAGIN
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     The ghost turned his head to regard the other, nodding his head slowly as if taking the words that were spoken to heart. It was such an almost romantic sentiment that it caused something warm to stir in his gut. âFagin,â he began, regarding the other spirit with an even, maybe even warm, gaze. âOh, my dearest Fagin, please know that I say this with the sincerest love and affection for you...if you try to shove that philosophical rubbish down my throat one more time I swear to the Almighty himself that I will rip your incorporeal tongue out of your throat and throw it in a fire.â
     Apparently, that warm feeling in his stomach had been annoyance.
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Well, it was time for one of Laertesâ infamous lessons about how Ophelia wasnât careful enough with her emotions and her trust. She was listening, or at least put on the face of false listening.

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he wonât listen to me. (THE GHOST OF CHRISTMAS PRESENT LETS DO THIS)
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     Jacobâs heart sank, thatâs what it felt like anyway, but he knew he should have expected this. Scrooge was many things, but stubborn was the highest up on that list. A frown creased his already weariness worn face as he looked at the other ghost sadly while he tried to muster up some hope. âPlease...Spirit...surely there must be more that can be done? I know...I know he isnât an easy man, but I know thereâs goodness in him somewhere. I saw it in life, and...and I just canât believe that itâs completely gone as arrogant and as challenging a bastard as he is.â He shifted uneasily, his chains weighing him down even more than they had a moment ago, and he swore he could feel every, last, link searing into his skin.
Why are you awake right now?â -Fagin. Bc I want all the threads
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     âI wasnât aware I had a curfew,â Jacob scoffed, making no attempt to hide his annoyance. He actually hadnât been expecting to run into anyone he knew at this hour. Sleep had been proving elusive, so heâd quickly gotten dressed and headed out. He figured he wouldnât be welcome in that particular bed in the morning anyway, so it wouldnât make much difference if he stayed the night or not. It was also for this reason that, perhaps, Jacob was appreciative to have come across a moderately friendly face. Not that he was about to admit that little detail.
     Most of his respectable business partners were long since in bed with their dull wives or slightly more interesting mistresses, but well, Fagin didnât exactly fall into that particular category for a number of reasons. âIâm not some little street urchin child, so you canât just go bossing me around. Besides, I could ask you the same thing. Itâs much easier to swindle people when youâre alert and well rested.â
I find this one weird-looking... looked it up and I shot this #afterdark with my iPhone - itâs a #weirdlooking #lightninglit #cloudscape from 11:10PM, #July 6th, near Marsden #Saskatchewan #Canada #LandOfLivingSkies (at Marsden, Saskatchewan) https://www.instagram.com/p/B1JuxDHJEw_/?igshid=1gnk3q28rq3it