#bckley

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*     @bckley     /    the managers a vampire.    he wanted me to join his legion of the undead.

         ❝     OH,     SHUT  UP,     ❞      the  last  place  he  wants  to  be  on  a  friday  is  stuck  here     (     get  your  shit  together,     work  out  a  better  schedule  or  get  more  employees     ),     listening  to  robin’s  smart  -  ass  comments.     detached  timbre,    lackluster  penny  -  brown  curls  shroud  his  features,     forcefully  tugged  from  his  face  with  gaunt  fingers,    he  glowers  from  his  own  aisle.     stuck  ‘tween  the  romance  and  sci  -  fi  section,     keith  is  up  to  his  neck  in  clutter,     WESTWORLD  in  one  hand  and  ZARDOZ  in  the  other    ---     phlegm  strenuously  swallowed  when  he  scoffs,     chapped  lips  pressed  tight,     chagrin  and  vexation  in  one  singular  look.

          ❝     if  you  have  time  to  sit  around  and  talk  shit  with  customers,    ❞     ungracefully,     one  gangling  limb  extends  to  gesticulate  towards  blameless  patron,      where  they  lend  an  ear  to  robin’s  tenacious  droning.     ❝     then  you  can  help  me  clean  up.    grab  the  broom,    will  you?     ❞

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😭😭😭  same tho   !!!   

@bckley    /    p.

[leaderstrength]

@bckley liked for a starter

“Hey, Robin, I wanted to thank you for backing me up, about everything.” Cassandra says to the other girl with a warm smile. “It means a lot, especially because I know a lot of people don’t really like the idea of me telling them what to do.”

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@bckley

          Stan lacked that primal fear that overtook many young boys when faced with the prospect of talking to a girl--especially a slightly older, notably cooler girl.  He liked to think that it was because he was more grown-up than all of that, but really it was because he was too busy being afraid of other things.  Things that could actually kill him. Like the lightning flashing through the sky outside as the summer thunderstorm raged on, keeping him inside the nearly empty laundromat past his curfew. 

          “If you could live anywhere but here, where would you pick?” Maybe a conversation would help pass the time.