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AIR    BURNS    LUNGS    ,    ,    as    pumping    legs    and    arms    pull    the    ghost    towards    the    one    place    her    fog    covered    brain    could    remember    to    go    (    nowhere    is    safe    )    but    if    there    was    somewhere    she    could    go    it    was    HERE    -    -    blood    was    pouring    down    her    side    as    coraline    entered    ,    ,    head    hanging    low    ,    ,    ❝    fox    ....    fox    ❞    weak    knees    start    to    wobble    as    she    speaks    a    name    (    she    would    scream    it    if    she    could    )    but    the    woman    couldn’t    speak    any    louder    -    she    was    barely    alive    ,    ,    she    looked    like    something    from    the    end    of    a    HORROR    MOVIE    (    beaten    ,    ,    bloody    ,    ,    and    stark    white    )        ,    ,    ❝    help    me    -    ❞    listen    to    her    body    collapse    UNABLE    TO    STAND    any    longer    ,    ,    ❝    he’s    going    to    kill    me    ❞    

❛ I figure that if you put enough gingerbread togetha', I could make a completely livable house. I know how it sounds but, hear me out! Everythin' in the house? It's made outta' ginderbread. You are the gingerbread man. I think it would slap, personally. ❜

   “  Caaan I help you? Or is there        a REASON you’re in my office?  ”

“If you’re looking for Master Bruce, he’s not home at the moment, he’s at school.” Alfred said in lieu of greeting the young man standing on the front porch.

Leonard ‘Fox’ Mason // The Fox’s Den - @thefoxsden

ain’t no burden, ain’t no sermon, AIN’T NO MOTHERFUCKIN’ PLAQUE——i HATE these hospitals and police and the SMELL OF DEATH — ALL THAT

                                                                                   and MY GOD am I HUNGRY.