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ciacowboy:

         ❝ Nothing beyond the usual, ❞ he says, the usual entailing injuries, a touch of torture—nothing unexpected. Regardless, a very distinct smile touches upon his lips, dreadfully charming despite what he’s endured. ❝ I imagine we should celebrate my survival with a good drink, if you’re not averse to it. ❞

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A smile came through her lips and she looked down, holding a strand of hair and placing behind her ear. “Oh, I see… I don’t know why, but every time I see you I have the feeling that something wrong happened.” She took a deep breath. “I can’t, I’m working. But I can watch you and celebrate without drinking anything..”

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