#genetxcs

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"I think I might faint. "

a scowl carves deep lines into her cheeks. there’s a moment’s pause because she can react. Cosimais such an immature child stuck in a woman’s bodyto Beth      there’s no denying that.            “      are you fucking kidding me right now?             ’cause if you are, I will kick your ass next              Sunday, Niehaus, I swear.”

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Throwing the remains of a coffee that was far too overpriced for the bitter taste into her mouth, Detective Cormier shrugged on her jacket and began the short walk to her office. Only, she had to take a detour on this particular morning. Her partner, a peculiar nerd by the name of Scott, had been taken ill and was declared unfit for duty. She had been quite saddened by his sudden departure, but today was the day she met his replacement, and she was nothing if not willing to get along. Turning the corner to her captain's office, Delphine ran her hand through her hair, last minute checks being done in the weak reflection of herself in the frosted glass before opening the door.

"Bonjour." She introduced, peeking her head around the door and smiling at the only other person in the office, apparently Scott's replacement was here before the captain. "You must be...the new Scott. I am Detective Cormier."

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genetxcs replied to your quote:Elle dit qu’il est trop tard, elle ne parle qu’au...

{\ ow }

it hurts sally

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✆

Send ✆ for a morning text

[ text → cosima ] did you know that scientists do it periodically on the table?

[ text → cosima ] also good morning ♥

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genetxcs replied to your post:;; my cousin sent me this  pls is was...

i definitely know your drunk face now and thAT IS DEFINITELY ONE OF THEM. omgggg im crying your so cute even when youre drunk pls oh my godd

i was giggling and my mum was all; Sydney keep still for the picture; yeah RIGHT easier said than done

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"Cosima...I love you, but if we are late for another check up, Rachel is not going to be the only one of you with an eyepatch." Delphine mumbled to the pile of blankets still stationary on their bed, a pile of blankets which she assumed contained her girlfriend, who still hadn't woken up.

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           'petite l o s e r  . . . . . . . ."