𝐚͟𝐧͟𝐠͟𝐞͟𝐥 𝖔𝖋 𝓽𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 .

i have my father's nose and all his rage, but i have my mother's face and her grief.

𝔥𝑒'𝓈 𝔞 𝑤͟𝑖͟𝑛͟𝑐͟𝘩͟𝑒͟𝑠͟𝑡͟𝑒͟𝑟 ; 𝔥𝒆'𝒔 𝔞͟𝔩͟𝔯͟𝔢͟𝔞͟𝔡͟𝑦 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑑 .

⠀ ℐt took her less than half a second after he materialized out nowhere to glance over her shoulder and quickly blurt out: ❝ Shoes.ᐟ ❞ Just as instantly, however, the ghost of a smile appeared on Lorraine's face. ❝ I just finished mopping. ❞ ⠀

nodding, "you did. but, i expect it at this point."

slowly turning around.

a yelp —— hand going to cover her startled heart. “where did you come from ?!”

you will never be clean from sin. rotten children don’t deserve heaven.

thanks for the lesson , but i don't need you to tell me who i am .

you'll pay if i find out this is a lie .

oh, he didn't know there was a game for it— he's been missing out. fails to mask his immediate disapproval; truth or not, just made it easier to detest the other. ❝birds of a feather. anyone ya get along with has gotta be an /equal/ pain in the ass. gotta be just like you.❞

ᅟ ᅟ﹙ the steps cease as soon as he turns to face the angel. ﹚ you can't be that blunt with the cops， man. just... shut up， alright?

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