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[Sent at 2.34am] Oh for fuck sake, did your mother fuck a dog? Fuck off, please and thank you. [Sent at 2.57am] Guess I left text-to-speech on while driving...

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[Sent at 3.05am] Just had another Nora Dream™. For zero reasons, whatsoever, when do you get back home ? [Sent at 3.06am] Jamilata ? [Sent at 3.07am] You did not just leave me on seen.

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[Sent at 3.14pm] They have a sale on those candles you like. Do you want some? [Sent at 3.25pm] I bought 8. [Sent at 3.26pm] Beastie picked one, you'll have to guess which one.

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[Sent at 2.15pm] Guess who got randomly IDed again? [Sent at 2.15pm] Guess it's time to shave that beard off. [Sent at 2.15pm] OR I'll just copy my veteran card in A3 sheets and wear one on my back. I swear to all that is holy, jamila, I fucking hate these people.

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[Sent at 10.58pm] Just finished work. Don't wait for me, jamilata. You've had a long week and we can always spend tomorrow together. [Sent at 11pm] Anyway I was thinking we could go back to that place we went hiking. It must be covered in snow now. [Sent at 11.01pm] You're probably asleep, huh? Beast is such a bad influence on you. [Sent at 11.02pm] I know you're only going to see this in the morning, but you know, that's not the worst way to wake up. Even if you're not replying, I'm just so grateful to have you, and to know that you're here, probably buried under Beast on the couch in front of reruns of Desperate Housewives. I expect a summary of everything when I wake up by the way. Anyway, I'm not sure you know just how much you mean to me, Nora de mi vida. I'm 100% to blame for that. You definitely didn't pick the boss of serenading your 🍑. PS: Your 🍑 is still the bomb.

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After the commotion of everything, he had decided to spend some time with his siblings. With his brother looking out for colleges, far from new york,he didn't know how much time he would really have left with him, so they played video games and got drunk and reminisced on old memories, but work was work and he needed to get back to reality and his first stop was Vida Rica. 

He'd been picking at the small potatoes for fifteen minutes when he hit his mother, slapping his hand conspicuously as he exited the kitchen. He walks to the bar and serves himself a shot of aguardiente. As he downs the clear liquid, he spots the brunette across the restaurant. Making his way out, he approaches her, leaning on the counter. ❛ what a surprise to see you here, Déjame adivinar. me viniste a ver ?  ❜ he inquired her with a small smile, his smirk per usual up to no good. ❛ what brings you around these parts, Princessa? ❜

Nora had been someone who had been by her side after everything went down, even when she was stuck under a 72 hour watch for trying to end her life, thinking that she didn’t have any other purpose in life. She’s pouring the bottom of the pinot noir into Nora’s glass. ❛ The bad news is that this is the last bottle of pinot noir, but the good news is that there are plenty more of other kinds down in the wine cellar. ❜ The anniversary of her miscarriage was coming up soon and she was using liquor and pills to numb whatever pain would seep through and ruin her even more than she was. ❛ so, how about you tell me how things have been going for you ? I’ve been here for almost three months in the city and this is what, like, the second time that we have seen each other ? ❜ 

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The perks of New York’s lively night scene were that Penelope could never get bored. As much as she wanted to go home, half of the time it took one person to mention a party and she was off to the next scene. She was a sucker for a good time. It was her way of coping with her intrusive thoughts and insomnia. Dancing and liquor would always make her feel better. It was their third bar, close to 2 in the morning, and Penelope and Nora could not stop dancing. Penelope mooched free drinks off some suckers, turning around with her hands full again. “Raspberry martinis!” She said to her over the chaos and noise, giving her her new drink. 

he’s leaning against the chair in his fathers office, his mother at his side as she always was, being his anchor &. yet, she still enforced that no matter what happens, all that they had was each other &. that his little altercations with nora, needed to be cut short. watching his younger sister walk in, he gives her a light nod &. his mother takes her departure. ❝ how you’ve been ? ❞

“Channeling valkyrie, I see?” Zaira asked after sitting down at the table. “You look a little out of place. Not really used to the dramatics of it all?”

And she placed her phone on the table, face down, a habit she made for people to trust her, since in the past she had been accused of meddling with things she wasn’t supposed to from her phone alone. She wished people would understand that she only wanted information that was useful to her, she didn’t want to trouble herself with things she did not care about. She could survive without knowing about Karen Number Eight’s Secret Divorce. 

“You’re with the Cortáza Cartel, right?” She crossed her legs and leaned back in the chair, then she looked around the room, seemingly lost in space for a moment before catching herself.

🔅: What’s a place that holds special meaning to them? Why?

Growing up Ibrahim spent most of his summers heading back to the Old Continent. Some of his family lives in France and in Algeria, although it was in the latter that you’ll find a place he holds close to heart. The place is named Atakor. The deserted landscape is a red-brown dry place dotted with harsh sheer peaks. It looks straight out of a sci-fi movie and that has been a place that, though he never returned to ever since he was 12 years old, is forever stuck in his head. He went with his grand father, who despite his age, had kept a taste for long hikes no matter the weather. The trek left Ibrahim exhausted, but the lesson taught has followed him ever since : at the end of the painful road, there is beauty to be found. 💔: Have they ever had their heart broken? If so, why or how did it happen?

Although he never ever shared his feelings with him, and never acknowledged it as heartbreak, Ibrahim first experienced it when his best friend since middle school told him that he was moving out of the country, back when he was 19 years old. It didn’t start the young man’s spiral in delinquency, as it had already started years before, although the feeling of being abandoned by the one person he loved left him with a hollowed heart and perhaps accelerated the process of getting him sent once again in front of the judge, and then off to military school. This is something he never addressed, or told a soul.

💉: Do they suffer from any sort of chronic illness or bodily fragility?