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· Jan 28
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Eyes stare absently out of the window. Her chin rested in her palm, elbow propped on the tables surface. There isn’t a day that goes by that the Uchiha isn’t thinking about a certain missing-nin. Some days she worries herself to the brink of insanity. Other days she wishes she could punch him.
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Eyes stare absently out of the window. Her chin rested in her palm, elbow propped on the tables surface. There isn’t a day that goes by that the Uchiha isn’t thinking about a certain missing-nin. Some days she worries herself to the brink of insanity. Other days she wishes she could punch him.
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February 2, 2025 at 3:07 AM
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Eyes stare absently out of the window. Her chin rested in her palm, elbow propped on the tables surface. There isn’t a day that goes by that the Uchiha isn’t thinking about a certain missing-nin. Some days she worries herself to the brink of insanity. Other days she wishes she could punch him.
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Eyes stare absently out of the window. Her chin rested in her palm, elbow propped on the tables surface. There isn’t a day that goes by that the Uchiha isn’t thinking about a certain missing-nin. Some days she worries herself to the brink of insanity. Other days she wishes she could punch him.
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Reposted by サラダ
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⛤ 𝑪𝓤𝐑𝑺𝓔𝓓 𝙍𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙍 ⤷ 𝓡𝙀𝓟𝓔𝙉𝓣𝒜𝓝𝓣 𝐕𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓.
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January 31, 2025 at 3:20 PM
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⛤ 𝑪𝓤𝐑𝑺𝓔𝓓 𝙍𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙍 ⤷ 𝓡𝙀𝓟𝓔𝙉𝓣𝒜𝓝𝓣 𝐕𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓.
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Sarada sat at the dining table, enjoying her breakfast in solitude. Her mother, Sakura, was already at work. And her father, the infamous Sasuke Uchiha, hadn’t been home in… well, she couldn’t really remember the last time he was home. Thus, she ate alone, though she quite enjoyed the silence.
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Sarada sat at the dining table, enjoying her breakfast in solitude. Her mother, Sakura, was already at work. And her father, the infamous Sasuke Uchiha, hadn’t been home in… well, she couldn’t really remember the last time he was home. Thus, she ate alone, though she quite enjoyed the silence.
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January 29, 2025 at 7:53 PM
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Sarada sat at the dining table, enjoying her breakfast in solitude. Her mother, Sakura, was already at work. And her father, the infamous Sasuke Uchiha, hadn’t been home in… well, she couldn’t really remember the last time he was home. Thus, she ate alone, though she quite enjoyed the silence.
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Sarada sat at the dining table, enjoying her breakfast in solitude. Her mother, Sakura, was already at work. And her father, the infamous Sasuke Uchiha, hadn’t been home in… well, she couldn’t really remember the last time he was home. Thus, she ate alone, though she quite enjoyed the silence.
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Absentmindedly she stares at the sky. Obsidian eyes filled with worry and sorrow. A certain visage remains a constant on her psyche. Thoughts of them run rampant in her mind, day in and day out.
❝Boruto…❞ she whispered worriedly, hand clutching the fabric above her heart.
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Absentmindedly she stares at the sky. Obsidian eyes filled with worry and sorrow. A certain visage remains a constant on her psyche. Thoughts of them run rampant in her mind, day in and day out.
❝Boruto…❞ she whispered worriedly, hand clutching the fabric above her heart.
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January 28, 2025 at 9:38 PM
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Absentmindedly she stares at the sky. Obsidian eyes filled with worry and sorrow. A certain visage remains a constant on her psyche. Thoughts of them run rampant in her mind, day in and day out.
❝Boruto…❞ she whispered worriedly, hand clutching the fabric above her heart.
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Absentmindedly she stares at the sky. Obsidian eyes filled with worry and sorrow. A certain visage remains a constant on her psyche. Thoughts of them run rampant in her mind, day in and day out.
❝Boruto…❞ she whispered worriedly, hand clutching the fabric above her heart.
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