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her trash — right. ( holding the plate out as she inches just a bit further away, unable to hide her judgement. )
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⠀⠀( the familiar smell warrants a closer look. ) that old lady's evelyn, then. me 'n walton are big fans uv her trash bikkies.
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⠀⠀( the familiar smell warrants a closer look. ) that old lady's evelyn, then. me 'n walton are big fans uv her trash bikkies.
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oh — well.. um, that was the intent.
April 24, 2025 at 9:43 PM
her trash — right. ( holding the plate out as she inches just a bit further away, unable to hide her judgement. )
"well, there you are." ruffling sam's hair with a small grin, headed back to her bed to continue her laundry — seemingly without a care in the world.
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⠀⠀"yeah," sam says, then stands a little straighter. he puts the china ornament he'd been holding down to take the paper instead. "yeah. thanks, mom."
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⠀⠀"yeah," sam says, then stands a little straighter. he puts the china ornament he'd been holding down to take the paper instead. "yeah. thanks, mom."
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blink blink. "well, is there something else you need?" she asks carefully, eyebrows knitting together. "you just needed my signature, right?"
April 24, 2025 at 9:42 PM
"well, there you are." ruffling sam's hair with a small grin, headed back to her bed to continue her laundry — seemingly without a care in the world.
&&. torn between whether she'd be scared for or proud of sam.
April 24, 2025 at 9:40 PM
&&. torn between whether she'd be scared for or proud of sam.
oh — well.. um, that was the intent.
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⠀⠀you offering, gorgeous?
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⠀⠀you offering, gorgeous?
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oh, poor dear. you're in luck, evelyn 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 finished helping me make cookies..
April 24, 2025 at 9:36 PM
oh — well.. um, that was the intent.
blink blink. "well, is there something else you need?" she asks carefully, eyebrows knitting together. "you just needed my signature, right?"
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⠀⠀". . is that it?"
⠀⠀looking a little hurt. he glances doubtfully at the paper, eyebrows pinching in the middle.
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⠀⠀". . is that it?"
⠀⠀looking a little hurt. he glances doubtfully at the paper, eyebrows pinching in the middle.
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"well.. if it's what you want." despite her words, she seems a bit to eager to scrawl her name in neat handwriting across the signature line, dating it right after. "there."
April 24, 2025 at 9:35 PM
blink blink. "well, is there something else you need?" she asks carefully, eyebrows knitting together. "you just needed my signature, right?"
"well.. if it's what you want." despite her words, she seems a bit to eager to scrawl her name in neat handwriting across the signature line, dating it right after. "there."
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⠀⠀"yep." popping the p to bolster his point through sacharrine optimism. he passes her the pen, wandering around the room while she signs —— touching the dresser, then the girly wallpaper, then the picture on her nightstand.
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⠀⠀"yep." popping the p to bolster his point through sacharrine optimism. he passes her the pen, wandering around the room while she signs —— touching the dresser, then the girly wallpaper, then the picture on her nightstand.
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eyes flicking up, tired smile on her face. she sets down the shirt she was folding and crosses the room, digging in her pocket for a pen and coming up empty-handed.
"oh, sure, dear.. are you sure you want to do this?"
"oh, sure, dear.. are you sure you want to do this?"
April 24, 2025 at 9:32 PM
"well.. if it's what you want." despite her words, she seems a bit to eager to scrawl her name in neat handwriting across the signature line, dating it right after. "there."
eyes flicking up, tired smile on her face. she sets down the shirt she was folding and crosses the room, digging in her pocket for a pen and coming up empty-handed.
"oh, sure, dear.. are you sure you want to do this?"
"oh, sure, dear.. are you sure you want to do this?"
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⠀⠀the house is calm. vincent is napping. the sunbeam casts a slant of spotlight on dancing dust particles. sam watches for a minute then goes to find jodi, leaning against the doorframe.
"mom? i need a signature here."
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⠀⠀the house is calm. vincent is napping. the sunbeam casts a slant of spotlight on dancing dust particles. sam watches for a minute then goes to find jodi, leaning against the doorframe.
"mom? i need a signature here."
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busying herself with folding laundry in her room — when was the last time it was this quiet? before the kids were born, if she had to wager.
April 24, 2025 at 9:26 PM
eyes flicking up, tired smile on her face. she sets down the shirt she was folding and crosses the room, digging in her pocket for a pen and coming up empty-handed.
"oh, sure, dear.. are you sure you want to do this?"
"oh, sure, dear.. are you sure you want to do this?"
oh, poor dear. you're in luck, evelyn 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 finished helping me make cookies..
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⠀⠀cravin' something sweet . .
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⠀⠀cravin' something sweet . .
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April 24, 2025 at 9:25 PM
oh, poor dear. you're in luck, evelyn 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 finished helping me make cookies..
busying herself with folding laundry in her room — when was the last time it was this quiet? before the kids were born, if she had to wager.
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⠀⠀sitting at the kitchen table, sorting through personal documents. for once the only sound in the house is the rustling papers.
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⠀⠀sitting at the kitchen table, sorting through personal documents. for once the only sound in the house is the rustling papers.
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deep breath. with sam off to the military, it's finally... quiet.
April 17, 2025 at 1:23 PM
busying herself with folding laundry in her room — when was the last time it was this quiet? before the kids were born, if she had to wager.
deep breath. with sam off to the military, it's finally... quiet.
April 17, 2025 at 3:03 AM
deep breath. with sam off to the military, it's finally... quiet.
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Nothing beats good people with beautiful souls
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Nothing beats good people with beautiful souls
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A meteor shower
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A meteor shower
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