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[my_plasticjesus]

Luna Fugate was blue as a bruise. Held captive by an effervescent orb that quivered when she sneezed, and shortened the breath when breached.

Or was it soft, odorless skin? Did it behave the same way in the hay?

The lantern swept wildly around the barn as the wind quaked the rafters; caught me crouching over the blue girl with fired

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[garbage_lilly]

i fucking love this. did you write this andy?!