The little shadow that runs through the grass |
and loses itself in the sunset. |
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matesandmayhem replied to your post: [faintly] Messy?-o. N—- -ou. -eed Huo- ——-cles. Hu—. -e bl—d.
*breathes out and shuts her eyes—this may be tempting fate, but…*
*holding her hands to her head* /John?/
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/You’re a fuckin’ genius, John Constantine,/ Messy agrees sincerely, /I’m going to throw up over there,/ and tries...
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John sags in relief, pressing another kiss to her forehead before falling back against the bar. A laugh bubbling up past...
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