lvesrage

KRISTINE ROSE WINDSOR
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          	penned by charlotte.
          	revived cir. 2025
          	tied to and with tatum

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it  was  assigned  to  me.   don't  worry  about  it.

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ROOTING  FOR  THE  ANTI-HERO,  @lvesrage :
            
            kris.    {  against  his  better  judgment  and  all  his  understandings,   five  knows  telling  her  everything  is  no  longer  an  option.   if  he  knows  her  at  all,   he  knows  what  she'll  do  the  minute  she  thinks  he's  in  danger ,,  and  even  if  he  is,   that's  not  a  gamble  he  wants  to  take  with  her  life.   with  a  reluctant  sigh  five  drops  back,   running  a  hand  through  greased  hair.   how  long  has  it  been  since  he  actually  took  care  of  himself?  }    it's  for  work.   they  need  me  to  go  through  some  files  and  make  sure  they  have  their  eye  on  the  right  guy.   nothing  major,   i  should  be  home  early.
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lvesrage

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            no.  you’re  gonna  tell  me.  (  she  crosses  her  arms,  stepping  in  front  of  the  door  with  furrowed  brows.  )  if  y’r  gonna  be  leavin’  late  at  night,  then  i  wanna  know  why  and  where  you’re  goin’.  i’m  not  being  unreasonable.
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i  hate  to  say  it,   deliciae,   but  you  need  medicine.   you  don't  wanna  get  the  kids  at  work  sick,   do  you?

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ROOTING  FOR  THE  ANTI-HERO,  @lvesrage :
            
            for  several  days?   i  doubt  you've  got  that  much  vacation  time  saved  up.    {  despite  his  patience,   five  can't  quite  nudge  the  worry  from  behind  his  voice  away.    it's  a  simple  cold,   (maybe)  the  flu  if  they're  unlucky,   but  still.    paranoia  never  leaves,   simply  takes  new  forms.  }   they  have  cherry  flavored  ones.   same  goes  for  cough  drops.   weren't  you  saying  your  throat  was  sore?
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lvesrage

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            i’ll  call  out.  (  she  whines,  burying  her  face  into  her  pillow.   )  i  don’  trust  those  syrups.  or  those  doctors.  ‘ve  survived  60  years  without  them.  :/
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