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One of them cheap stogies will be fine , ain't gotta go all out or anythin' like that .
Question is, why are ya ' so determined to buy me one ? Is it really just cause of the guilt ?
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๐. ๐๐๐๐๐๐ เผ.ยฐ@mrspunishcr
โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ it will indeed, thank you. โฆ uhm, never bought one beforeโ is there a certain โkindโ he likes? โ โ โ โ โ โ โ
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softer than most people ever had the privilege of seeing . There wasn't the usual edge in them .
ใ Go on , Red .ใHe nodded toward the patch of lush grass beside the stream .
ใ Rest .
I'll ๐จ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ญ if anybody gets close . ใ
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caught strands of her hastily tied hair, painting copper through the red . That crooked little bun looked like it'd fall apart with the first stiff breeze , yet somehow it suited her better than anything perfectly arranged ever could .
His hazel eyes lifted to her again, โ
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Logan's boots came to a near stopping pace behind her , the old leather creaking as his weight settled and the ground imprinted heavier than most men from the abnormal weight of his metal-sheathed body .
His broad frame filled the quiet clearing for a moment before he โ
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she tilts her head back and looks up at him, squinting against the bright, midday heat. the sun hangs right behind him, casting his silhouette in a warm, golden glow that softens his rough edges. thereโs a soft girlish smile lingering on her lips. partly from the nickname +
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Damn, you're tryin ' real hard to pay me back over some cigarโโ
๐๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ . If it makes ya' sleep better at night , then whatever .
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๐. ๐๐๐๐๐๐ เผ.ยฐ@mrspunishcr
โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ still doesnโt make it right, though. even though youโve got plenty, let me at least replace that one? โ โ โ โ โ โ โ
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That would be a stupid fuckin' thing to lie about , wouldn't it ?
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๐. ๐๐๐๐๐๐ เผ.ยฐ@mrspunishcr
โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ ahh โ so he /wasnโt/ lying about the cigars. โ โ โ โ โ โ โ
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Ya' think I ain't ever lost my temper ?
I've done far worse than just stomp out someone's cigar when I get angry , darlin ' .
It gets the best of both of us .
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๐. ๐๐๐๐๐๐ เผ.ยฐ@mrspunishcr
โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ are you sure? right .. but i let my temper get the best of me โโ i shouldnโt have done such a silly thing. โ โ โ โ โ โ โ
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I got plenty of ' em back at the mansion , darlin ' .
Ain't gotta worry about a cigar , no sense in beatin' yourself up over it.
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๐. ๐๐๐๐๐๐ เผ.ยฐ@mrspunishcr
โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ only a touch .. but the guilt has slowly been taking over. let me, um, buy you a new one? โ โ โ โ โ โ โ
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You've been ridin' that victory pretty hardโโ
I'll survive the loss , I'm thinkin' .
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๐. ๐๐๐๐๐๐ เผ.ยฐ@mrspunishcr
โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ ohhh, iโm just messinโ with you. maybe a pinch of it is the fact i was able to successfully stomp out your cigar. โ โ โ โ โ โ โ
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knew the silence behind the growl .
ใ We can walk as far as you'd like , darlin ' . Ain't no harm in it .ใ
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like talkin' too much . Beast for example, no offense to the blue fur ball . ใ
To the rest of the school, he was the gruff combat instructor with impossible standards, a bark worse than his bite, and little patience for excuses .
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Jean knew better.
She โ
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Logan matched her pace without a word, his boots pressing deep impressions into the damp earth beside hers .
Students weren't soldiers to be ordered forward; sometimes they just needed someone willing to walk beside them until the noise settled .
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itโs a quick decision, and she picks the latter. to keep moving forward and find somewhere where her thoughts are entirely her own, safe from unwanted intruders. and loganโs never been and never will be an intrusion, so he can stay along. โ mm, letโs keep walking. +
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, find somewhere quiet where voices ain't gonna reach ya '. ใ
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The afternoon breeze tugged at the broad shoulders beneath his worn flannel, silver beginning to thread through the dark hair at his temples .
ใ Mansion's there if ya ' want it . It ain't goin' anywhere , darlin ' .
Or we could keep walkin' , โ
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Logan waited until she was beside him before he finally pushed away from the fence, heavy boots crunching over the gravel path. It wasn't conscious anymore. Somewhere along the line, it'd simply become habitโnever walking ahead of Jean, never leaving her to catch up .
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she doesnโt hesitate to stand up and tread over to him, noticing the quiet, patient way he holds his groundโ waiting for her to be at his side before taking a single step forward himself. to anyone else, loganโs completely unattainable in every wayโ a dangerous, brooding +
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pockets, shoulders broad beneath the faded flannel, every inch of him carrying that familiar, rugged solidity .
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he pushed away from it with easy strength, old boots crunching over the gravel path.
The corners of his mouth twitched with vapor of smoke clearing through the last puff of his cigar .
ใ Headache's a cue .
Let's get outta here , red . ใใ
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His hands stayed buried in his โ
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Logan let out a low grunt that could've passed for a chuckle .
One broad shoulder rolled beneath the worn flannel stretched over a body built by too many wars and too many years surviving them. Thick forearms rested across the weathered fence rail for another second before โ
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a soft, knowing smile tugs on her lips that she fails to contain, glancing back to the landscape of the park and inhaling a fresh breeze that effortlessly blows back a strand of her ginger hair. jean doesnโt have to hop into his head to understand him. she can read him +
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