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ใ…ค ๐“šiss me like you mean to ruin me, then hold me like you cannot bear the thought of what you've done. ใ…ค
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โ € โ € โ € โ € โ € โ € ๐˜๐—ข๐—จ โ €๐’‘icked โ €a โ €๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ โ € โ € โ € โ € ๐š†๐™ธ๐šƒ๐™ท โ € ๐ญ๐ก๐ž โ €dอŸeอŸvอŸiอŸl โ € โ € โ € โ € โ € โ”€โ”ˆโ”ˆ โ € โ € โ € โ € ๐‘Žnd โ €๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ โ €LUCKED โ €OUT .แŸ โ € โ €
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๐’‰๐’๐’๐’Œ, ๐’๐’Š๐’๐’†, ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’‡๐’–๐’„๐’Œ๐’Š๐’' ๐’”๐’Š๐’๐’Œ๐’†๐’“!
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โงฝ mutuals only men only for shipping ( selective )
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none of you are the kind of people who ๐™จ๐™ž๐™ฉ ๐™๐™š๐™ง๐™š ๐™›๐™ž๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ while the outside world ๐™™๐™ž๐™š๐™จ
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โ€œ no one knows, bell. aside from you and the cia, of course. but . . . thank you. โ€ adler pulled the photograph from the desk and slid it into one of the pull out cabinet and closed it. โ€œ did you need anything else ? โ€
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before. right? not like it was any of bell's business, anyway. he set the photo down with a nod, sliding it back toward adler. โ€œit's a lovely photo, adler.โ€
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adler glanced to the side, letting out a low sigh. he tapped a finger against the wood of the desk before leaning back in his chair. โ€œ thatโ€™s an old photograph of my child and i. a few days after my birthday and valentineโ€™s day. canโ€™t . . recall the year, but my guess ? โ€”
he hesitated for a moment, preparing himself for what may potentially be on the other side of the photo. he carefully lifted the picture, flipping it over to look at it. his expression turned from worry to confusion, and his head tilted. โ€œwhoโ€” who's this?โ€
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1960 . . 2? perhaps 1963. itโ€™s nothing, bell. like i said, iโ€™m alright. โ€
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his jaw clenched, bringing a hand up to push his aviators up to allow his index and thumb to squeeze at the bridge of his nose. he wasnโ€™t frustrated โ€” just exhausted. a lingering feeling that seemed to never stop. โ€œ i know, bell. i . . . know. โ€ โ€”
a frown curved bell's lips. he hated to doubt adler, but he didn't seem alright. there was something much more solemn about adler's demeanor. โ€œsir, i hate to pry, but... are you sure? you can... you can always talk to me.โ€
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adler muttered softly before lowering his hand. a long pause drifted between them before his hand hesitantly slid the photo closer to bell. it was a silent invitation โ€” to either look or not. he couldnโ€™t seem to vocalize it any further, untrusting of his voice right now.
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with a slow blink, adler adjusted against his desk chair, the vinyl material creaking beneath him. he cleared his throat and set the photograph face down against the worn wood. โ€œ itโ€™s nothing, bell. you donโ€™t need to worry about that. iโ€™m . . . alright. โ€
bell takes a seat across from adler, head tilted. he doesn't peek at the picture, simply staring at the back of it. โ€œwhat's that?โ€
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an old photograph clutched between his hand with smudged & faded text, the date is labeled 02 / 17 / 19โ–ˆ. half of the year has been burned off & with an aching heart, he cannot recall it.
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โ € ๐“จour pulse is a little blasphemy beneath my fingertips. Every beat reminds me that you are temporary, and every beat makes me want to be selfish. โ €
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