#thereichenbachrequiem

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thereichenbachrequiem replied to your post: Darling.

You smile quite a lot. It’s a bit off-putting, you know.

*a lot charming

Only when it's you I'm smiling at, boss.

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Darling.

Boss.

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I've a present for you, darling.

Oh?

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//I QUIT

(())

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//YOU ARE THE WORST KIND OF PERSON OH MY GOD WHY DID I FOLLOW YOU I JUST LOOK AT THIRD STAR PICTURES AND CRY

((IT KILLED ME THEREFORE I HAD TO MAKE AN RP ACCOUNT WHAT EVEN IS LOGIC.))

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//WHY WOUL DYOU MAKE THIS BLOG WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT I DON'T UNERSTANDS

((I KNOW I'M SO SORRY IT ALL HURTS.))

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thereichenbachrequiem replied to your post: ‘M bored. The alcohol and the opiates are all gone, and I don’t remember where I left my needle at.

I’ve been keeping busy, obviously. There weren’t anymore emails to answer, and I’d already pulled apart the Veyron’s engine and worked on equations and played on the Piano and fucking baked cookies. What else was I supposed to do?

You're the resident genius, boss. Couldn't you have thought of something that didn't involve emptying both the liquor cabinet and the medicine cabinet?

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'M bored. The alcohol and the opiates are all gone, and I don't remember where I left my needle at.

What have you been doing, Gina? Fucking hell.

Get up. Get dressed, yeah? Wear something nice. We'll go out for dinner. Keep you out of trouble.