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Google search why are my lights flickering randomly am I in danger
INDEPENDENT AMY BENDIX FROM NETFLIX’S THE PUNISHER. penned by sian. personals do not interact.
My babyface and big blue eyes get me out of so much trouble, you don't even know--
THEY SAY THESE ARE THE GOLDEN YEARS BUT I WISH I COULD DISAPPEAR EGO CRUSH IS SO SEVERE
GOD
IT'S BRUTAL OUT HERE
Amy is listening to...
I do drugs alone
I do drugs alone
Up all night, yeah, I'm never sober
Once I go, then the party's over
I do drugs alone (alone)
Discount candy corn time 😎😎😎
Don't fuck with me. I have the power of god and anime on my side!
And also pepper spray.
And a knife.
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Amy had tried to go straight after what happened with the photos. She really did. She stretched the money Frank had left her with as far as she could, and had tried to get a legit job--but it was slim pickings without any education, and life isn't cheap. Even so, she tried to stick to small time crime. Not espionage and spying, never again. Small time stuff--pickpocketing, fake IDs, sneaking into college parties and stealing jewelry from drunk sorority girls to pawn later, etc.
That's where she was now, actually--walking home from a frat party with a bag full of cash and trinkets, only slightly buzzed from the drink or two she'd indulged in. She wasn't a complete idiot, she knew walking home in the dark was unsafe, doing it hammered would be a death wish. She needed to keep her wits about her.
When she heard footsteps coming up behind her on the sidewalk she visibly tensed, gripping her pepper spray just a little tighter while her other hand made sure her pocket knife was still in her pocket. She still couldn't bring herself to carry a gun, though times at times like this she almost wished she could.
Who else was out at this ungodly hour?