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it’s unlike me to like you, but i do

#mine #l;#hes so tall #and handsome as hell #🍒#lovecore

Another beverage, another blow to my resistance, she lets me in Little angel wants a demon, so I'll drown this girl in sin

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L leaned against the desk Caroline was sitting at cleaning her gun. He liked the smell of the oil and he let out a small sigh as he reached over, picking up one of the knives that was sitting on the edge of her desk. Humming lightly, he twirled it in his fingers. "You know, in my time in Japan, I learned a superstition about naming knives," he stated.

“Naming them?” Caroline repeated, peaceful. It was a deeply cold night. She had forced a wool jacket onto his shoulders. It hung off his slender shoulders, clearly too big.

The young woman glanced at him, still working on the inner workings of a gutted gun. Her eyes scooped up a quick memory: messy black hair, alabaster skin, an out of place plaid jacket, a familiar profile, and the small hunch in his posture which she thought had gotten a bit better. He seemed taller now. A pebble of a thought dropped in her mind, sending her stomach careening off a cliff. She stamped that out quickly, returning her attention to her work. At least as best she could.

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