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our lady of tears. ([personal profile] unapparent) wrote in [personal profile] powerhungry 2025-06-02 11:02 am (UTC)

The summer of our discontent, to correct the bard.

[ Winter, after all, is never this bustling. Their clientele take to alps or the islands.

She ignores the stutter of her heart. Slips a fag from her pocket. Waits for a light from a passing guest. ]


My, what an exceptional offer. Shall we arrange a dead drop?

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