Best Before Date
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Ongoing9m
Last published Sun, Mar 10, 2024
"Vince, Listen, Just Listen."
"If... If everything else so far has tasted nothing to you.."
"What makes you think I'll be any different?"
"If you're really just doing all this just so you can taste again-"
"When it turns out I'm just like any other, what will you do?"
"You would have killed her-..."
"You would have killed me for no reason"
"Are you really ready to deal with that?"
He paused, looking down at the man crouched down in front of him, sobbing and pleading for him not to kill him.
"I could live knowing I'd killed her for no reason.."
! Might put smut in here, Don't really have this figured out, will most likely be a shit post that I forget about !
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