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𝙰𝙻𝙻 π™΅π™Ύπš π™»π™΄πšˆπ™½π™° ➩ e. williams
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    Time 14m
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    Reads 73
  • WpVote
    Votes 2
  • WpPart
    Parts 3
  • WpHistory
    Time 14m
Ongoing, First published Apr 26, 2023
Mature
"πšπš‘πšŽπš›πšŽ'𝚜 πš—πš˜πšπš‘πš’πš—πš πšŽπš•πšœπšŽ πš’ πšŒπš˜πšžπš•πš 𝚍𝚘, '𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 πš’'πš– πšπš˜πš’πš—πš πš’πš πšŠπš•πš• πšπš˜πš› πš•πšŽπš’πš—πšŠ"

in which anastasia leyna thomas is roped into helping transport some cargo across the country in the time of the apocalypse, and she finds something new, someone new- and the cargo really isn't cargo at all. suddenly, she has a grumpy old man and a spitfire teenage girl and suddenly, they're her family. 


(ellie williams x oc)

tlou hbo season one
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