a few days later, and the girl is left with two additional problems. as if she needs them. (eleven pounds, assholes. eleven. do you hear me!?! ELEVEN
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Our fates are tied together in ways neither of us can possibly understand. But if one falls, the other will follow in that descent. Ennui makes me apathetic about ensuring our mutual survival, though. It'll take more that to sell me.
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