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          	                                I  FORGIVE  IT  ALL  AS
          	                             IT  COMES  BACK  TO  ME.

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ANASTASIA  MYERS,   the  mirror.    tied  to  and  for  rylie / @morguesaint.
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hey, face-stealer──get up. we're gonna be late.
          
          /  missed them !!

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WAITING  FOR  THE  DAY,  @morguesaint :
            
            you  stole  *my*  face.   {  the  nonsensical  comeback  is  grumbled  into  a  lavender  pillow  as  anastasia  tries  rolling  away  from  her  sister,   blankets  tugged  up  to  her  ears  like  she  can  fully  cocoon  herself  in  bed.  }    maybe  everyone  else  is  early.   they  can  stay  early,   too.
            
            *    so  bad !!   they're  everything  <//3
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*    late  night  announcement ,,   for  my  portrayal  of  bill,   i'm  going  to  write  his  stutter  as  both  true  to  canon & how  *i*  experienced  stuttering.   there  are  a  plethora  of  ways  to  live  this  experience  &  not  one  is  more  valid  than  the  rest !!

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*    also,   rip  bill  denbrough.   you'd  love  writer  in  the  dark  by  lorde ,,
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… i can't sleep.

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(  @writtenends-  )
            
            sorry.   [  the apology is muttered, meek as if it's coming from a toddler who just broke a glass. mari has never had a big bed to crawl into when the monsters reach out their dark claws to choke her like a bewildering stench of alcohol. she's trembling, but trying to suppress it by hugging herself. ]    you looked like you were asleep.
            
            /  paralleling georgie into mari…  you are Sick. sick and TWISTED for that.
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'TIL  MY  BREATHING  STOPS,  @inescaping- :
            
            wha...?    {  through  a  groggy  haze  bill's  first  memory  is  of  georgie  at  the  foot  of  his  bed,   all  brown  eyes  and  trembling  lips  and  a  bloody  hand  always  reaching,   reaching,   reaching  for  the  protection  he  remembers  never  once  providing  and-
            and  he  blinks  again,  and  his  baby  is  before  him.  }   mari.    {  he  says,   her  name  thankfully  not  a stutter  as  he  leans  over  to  the  lamp.   }     can't ..  can't  sleep,   huh?    ( .. )    neither  can  i.
            
            *     so  sorry  for  how  late  this  is ,,  but  they  have  me  in  a  chokehold ,,
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