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so,  you’re  telling  me  you  won’t  give  me  the  autopsy  report?

( … )    [       the   noise   was   sudden,   and   she   appeared   out   of   the   blue.   the   assassin’s   hand   slammed   down   on   the   table   in   front   of   the   other   woman,   not   as   a   mean   to   scare   her   necessarily,   but   more   as   a   symbol   of   urgency   and   to   gain   her   full   attention.   her   voice,   when   it   came,   wasn’t   quite   her   own.   there   was   a   roughness   to   it,   a   raw   edge   that   rasped   through   clenched   teeth — not   from   emotion,   but   from   pain.  a   rib,   maybe   two,   cracked   or   broken.   she   felt   it   with   every   inhale,   but   she   hadn’t   come   for   help.   she   was   there   to   get   answers.    she   leaned   in,   her   gaze   sharp   as   glass.      ]      you   treated   a   man   here   three   days   ago,   yes ?   tall.   dark   hair.   tattoo   of   a   crow   on   his   shoulder. 
          

/ GRABS

* ⠀ giving you the fattest smooch ever because this is absolutely STUNNING.  your talent is unmatched.

/ im gonna kick ur ass 

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/ YESYESYESYES

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/      ahhh   this   theme   is gorgeous !! 

/       this  theme  is  *  chefs  kiss  *   <3