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DOE AND HER MILFS!?

i cant tell if ur mad or not but if u are u deserved it xxx

#u said skskskkskskks thatse not allowed............................#nuptia

Nuptia: Tenno marriage soon™

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@nuptia : ❛ trust me, this is not gonna end well. ❜ // meme // accepting

will graham is like a dog without a scent. he can sense that something has happened, but he cannot place what. he isn’t one to pry, although he wants to in some sense. there is a bitter laugh that dies in his throat. “ nothing in my life ever does. ” he is fatigued by the admission. like the weight of the past year are finally on his shoulders and he cannot hold it up on his own. it didn’t help that he hadn’t been sleeping. he knew the sleep depravation was clear, the way that his words felt clumsier. or the way it took his thoughts to catch up to each other, almost stumbling over one another. will shrugged his shoulders, looking over at wren without almost a kind smile. “ i can assure you it won’t be worse than anything i haven’t gone through before. ”

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EMET ONLY KNOWS ILLNESS in the abstract, prosy metaphors and medical definitions; but the onset of a fever doesn’t seem like an inapt comparison to the onset of his friendship with Wren Jones. A slow crawl, only noticed after you've started burning. Friendship in itself is tricky vocabulary to navigate. Uncommon, often fleeting. Something else seen more in concept than execution. So he’s not sure how he managed to agree to get on plane with her and land themselves in the apartment of some washed up TV psychic.

The evolution between offering a stranger a place to sleep to killing to keep them alive moves in leaps and bounds. In hushed promises and hot morning tea, the kind he left her in a chipped mug on the bedside table. She got the mattress, of course. Even though it’s little more that. He’s never grown used to luxury, and she, who appears bred with manners and money, seems to have grown used to being on the run. He remembers what that’s like, even if it was more than 70 years ago.

When she admitted her true identity he wasn’t shocked, it takes a fugitive to know one, and the abuse of power like Elijah’s comes as no surprise.

Maybe it’s not so miraculous he followed her out here. He’s always wanted a place to belong, even if it's in someone else’s narrative.

They wade through the bodies of Demetri’s would-be assassins: two men in all black, minor genetic enhancements, but not enough to stop 9mm point blank to the chest. The man they’ve just saved from sudden death is still hiding behind the overturned sofa, his low whimpers giving his position away.