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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝓼he simply accepts her fate. wrapping
her arms around his neck. scowling on
the outside only.

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𝓵ooking down at him, hands inside
her coat pocket. a cigarette slightly
dangling from her mouth.

“ 𝔂ou wan’ t some help there ? ”

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𝓹ale lavender blinked a few times in
his direction. cig still fresh in her mouth
as she made her approach.

“ 𝓾mm . . you okay there ? ”

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𝓐n immediate scowl on her face at the
loss of her favorite stick. a hand on her
hip, then bumping him with it.

“ 𝓽hat was my last one dammit. ”

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