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“Christopher.” Her tone is that of a concerned mother. “You will wear a coat when you go out. I don’t care if it’s only a second. You will catch your death!”
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“Christopher.” Her tone is that of a concerned mother. “You will wear a coat when you go out. I don’t care if it’s only a second. You will catch your death!”
" Let me see "
My muse is injured and tries to hide it. Send me “ Let me see ” for my muses reaction.
“You don’t need to be seeing anything, Crutchie,” Jack said, already wrapping her hand in the loose roll of bandages she’d stolen from the nuns God-knows-when. “I’m fine.”
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Kisses for everyone | Accepting
27. Air Kiss
“Oh sures, you got personality,” Jack interrupted his brother with a small eye roll as they walked to The World, “-but do you got charms?” He gestured to himself. Charm was something the newsboy new well; it was often something he relied on more than the headlines to make a sale. If he could convince a pretty girl he cared for her, or even better if it were a not-so-pretty girl, he would do it.
“You gotta be able tah flirt with em,” he continued as the approached the gate. “Make em think yous only got eyes for them.. not just smile and hope for the best.” Crutchie of course new all of this, and Jack had gone through his spiel dozens of times, but that didn’t stop him.
“Next time yous tryin tah sell, just blow em a big smooch and see how tha’ works for yous.” Grinning cheekily, Jack demonstrated by blowing a large kiss at Crutchie before exploding into laughter.
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[ text ] ISN’T HE THE BEST?
[ text ] His name is Galileo
“You told me you’d stop…”
Caoilainn couldn’t meet Crutchie’s eyes, instead staring at a crack in the sidewalk. She’d had a bad night, starting with a panic attack that caused her to pull enough hair out that she had three new bald spots in her hair, and ended up drinking once she realized how far she was going. Now, she was drunk off her ass, halfway to finding a dealer so she could really push everything away.
“I know, but I just can’t make it stop,” she whispered softly. Her face crumpled, one hand coming up to at least cover her expression to spare him a look at her meltdown. “There’s so much happening— do the nightmares and reminders ever stop?”
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She nodded mostly in her own thoughts of wedding planning. “Yes.” She replied wistfully. “I want flowers everywhere. Would that be too much, do you think?”
“Sorry, that was I unclear,” She apologized, sheepishly scratching the back of her neck. “I was referring to Race but at this point, I think that it applies to all of them.”
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"I've gotta be either dead or dreaming."
“ Is there something wrong Crutchie?” Jack looked up from what he was doing to look at his best friend.