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rufusmeeks replied to your chat “@rpierce8: Stuck around and met Drake, that was pretty cool.”
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Drake came around for a visit yesterday after his show on the 18th, and we got him a shirt too. It was pretty sick, man. You a fan too?
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+ RUFUS
rufusmeeks replied to your chat “@rpierce8: Stuck around and met Drake, that was pretty cool.”
WHAT
Drake came around for a visit yesterday after his show on the 18th, and we got him a shirt too. It was pretty sick, man. You a fan too?
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AJ: i'm gonna kill a hoe make sure you bail me out
Hey, have you got a minute? { She smiled up at the man, her speech even more rushed than it usually was. } I mean it’s totally fine if you’re busy, I get it, it can wait if not.
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You look in better spirits today. I think the only bonus that came from you being angry is that I now know a load of swear words in Danish. { Greta gave him a small smile. } The usual?
{ Human Remains. }
{ Greta didn’t remember exactly how she’d managed to get to the door step, she was pretty impressed she hadn’t spliced herself in the process or ended up at the wrong neighbourhood. Yet there she was, stood in front of the tall black door and ponding her first against the wood. Her grip was held tight on her bleeding side, blood seeping through the cotton of her shirt and onto her pale hands. Greta whimpered at her touch as pain shot up her side. The pain that would send images of Evan’s amused face, now engraved into her memory. Leaning on the side of the doorway as she waited, Greta’s eyes we’re bloodshot from her tears and throat sore from the lack of oxygen. Upon the door creaking open, Greta forced her best smile and attempted to stand up straight. } I’m s-so sorry. I know it’s really quite late- I just didn’t know where else I could come.
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{ Greta moved a lot slower behind the bar that night, taking longer to serve her regulars and hardly flashing her usual grin. It was the same story when Rufus had walked in, she rubbed her bruised wrist subconsciously, her fingertips making her flesh relive the pain that Evan Rosier had left. } Would you like anything to drink? { She asked with a quiet voice and forced a pathetically small smile. }
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