𝒮𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝒮𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 —— 𓆙
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December 2, 2024 at 2:28 AM
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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀𝓁ove’s the —— ღ
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ funeral⠀of⠀hearts.⠀
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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀𝓁ove’s the —— ღ
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ funeral⠀of⠀hearts.⠀
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November 5, 2024 at 5:51 PM
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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀𝓁ove’s the —— ღ
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ funeral⠀of⠀hearts.⠀
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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀𝓁ove’s the —— ღ
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ funeral⠀of⠀hearts.⠀
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Gin asked.
Kisuke turned to look at the tall, lanky snake. ❝Because, Gin-san…❞
He explained his reasoning.
❝… Has anyone ever told ya’ that you’re crazy?❞ Gin grinned that signature grin.
❝Many times.❞ Kisuke replied, returning a grin of his own.
Gin looked —
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Gin asked.
Kisuke turned to look at the tall, lanky snake. ❝Because, Gin-san…❞
He explained his reasoning.
❝… Has anyone ever told ya’ that you’re crazy?❞ Gin grinned that signature grin.
❝Many times.❞ Kisuke replied, returning a grin of his own.
Gin looked —
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November 5, 2024 at 7:23 AM
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Gin asked.
Kisuke turned to look at the tall, lanky snake. ❝Because, Gin-san…❞
He explained his reasoning.
❝… Has anyone ever told ya’ that you’re crazy?❞ Gin grinned that signature grin.
❝Many times.❞ Kisuke replied, returning a grin of his own.
Gin looked —
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Gin asked.
Kisuke turned to look at the tall, lanky snake. ❝Because, Gin-san…❞
He explained his reasoning.
❝… Has anyone ever told ya’ that you’re crazy?❞ Gin grinned that signature grin.
❝Many times.❞ Kisuke replied, returning a grin of his own.
Gin looked —
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torso’s healing scar tissue…
He was alive. How? No idea. Why? Even more obscure. All he knew was he was breathing, recuperating. As he was lost in thought, a voice called to him, pulling him back to reality.
He turned on his heel, slitted eyes now focused on —
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torso’s healing scar tissue…
He was alive. How? No idea. Why? Even more obscure. All he knew was he was breathing, recuperating. As he was lost in thought, a voice called to him, pulling him back to reality.
He turned on his heel, slitted eyes now focused on —
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November 5, 2024 at 7:19 AM
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torso’s healing scar tissue…
He was alive. How? No idea. Why? Even more obscure. All he knew was he was breathing, recuperating. As he was lost in thought, a voice called to him, pulling him back to reality.
He turned on his heel, slitted eyes now focused on —
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torso’s healing scar tissue…
He was alive. How? No idea. Why? Even more obscure. All he knew was he was breathing, recuperating. As he was lost in thought, a voice called to him, pulling him back to reality.
He turned on his heel, slitted eyes now focused on —
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