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тнє яє∂ нαιяє∂ мαℓє ѕ¢σffє∂ αи∂ ℓσσкє∂ αωαу. "∂σи'т мєѕѕ ωιтн α яє∂ нєα∂ тнαт'ѕ αи αяιєѕ" нє ѕαι∂ ιи α ѕℓιgнтℓу мιмι¢кιиg тσиє σf νσι¢є, нє ℓσσкє∂ ∂σωи αт нιѕ σяαиgє αℓℓ ѕтαя ¢σиνєяѕєѕ αи∂ тнєи кι¢кє∂ α яσ¢к тнαт ωαѕ иєαя нιѕ fσσт. 

MarksAndMentalScars

Giving off a sigh of tiredness, even if it sounded more along the lines of an exasperated groan, the Scottish woman cleared her throat regardless as she folded her arms over her chest. "Erm.. tapadh leat fer followin', Allen," she muttered before playing with a fringe of her fiery red locks, avoiding eye contact with the American. 
          
          (Sorry. Rowena is a bit of an arsehat at times, but it mainly is her being timid and irritable. Regardless, thank you for following..!)