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ᅠᅠᅠ𖠳 ˖ ࣪ ❟❜ᅠ𝖇. 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 ⸃⸃
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ᅠᅠᅠ𖠳 ˖ ࣪ ❟❜ᅠ𝖇. 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 ⸃⸃
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ᅠᅠᅠ𖠳 ˖ ࣪ ❟❜ᅠ𝖇. 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 ⸃⸃ retweetledi
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@ICameForScoops / NO DW THIS JUST RP YOURE SO FUNNY
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// I write nice with them on Holly . I promise I’m nice guys 😭
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/ IM LAGUGKING MY ASS OFF LMAO ERICA IS GOING OFF AND OFF
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/ this is how he's processing. no neil and no noise. despite needing company.
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/ billy is always at the park like damn b get a life /j
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ᅠᅠᅠ𖠳 ˖ ࣪ ❟❜ᅠ𝖇. 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 ⸃⸃ retweetledi
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He misses the ocean. On days hot as this one, there's a primal need for the salty air in his lungs — but none of that exists in Hawkins. That was long ago. Now he's just confined to the park bench, fingers fidgeting with a shell necklace he made when he was ten.
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ᅠᅠᅠ𖠳 ˖ ࣪ ❟❜ᅠ𝖇. 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 ⸃⸃ retweetledi
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he was told he couldn't smoke. ‘nicotine impairs healing, william,’ said the nurse who last saw him out of the icy hospital room. he can't help it, though; the grimy aftertaste in the back of his throat is exactly what he needs to coax the pain. the park looks fine today.
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drawing his cigarette again for the sixth time; his right hand mindlessly picks at the bandages through his white tank top. they've been growing itchier by the day — apart from the suffocating feeling of a glued torso and limited mobility. what a sick joke.
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why’d you do this to me? i was your baby. you made me.
ᅠᅠᅠ𖠳 ˖ ࣪ ❟❜ᅠ𝖇. 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 ⸃⸃ retweetledi
/ my first writing on this acc since my disappearance. PSPSPSPS PLEASE MORE PEOPLE COME TO MEEE
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ᅠᅠᅠ𖠳 ˖ ࣪ ❟❜ᅠ𝖇. 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 ⸃⸃ retweetledi
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misunderstand. he stands from his side of the bench, bruised knuckles clenching in his urge to defend——against someone who paid him no mind until he did. how idiotic.
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“are you fucking following me?”
his voice draws out, almost grating with the fact he hasn’t exactly spoken much since the incident. it hurts to do, and beyond that, speech attracts unwanted flies. but now? he wants to ward off a peculiar pest; billy seems to
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as if the winds shifted gear in warning, billy notices him——the surging need to get on his feet and flee. however, the anger encases him into something indefinite. fidgeting hand falls on lap, hiding away the habit while he whisks nostalgia to the back of his mind.
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ᅟ─̸ᅟᅟ𝕻𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘ᅟ𝑩𝑶𝒀ᅟᅟ𓉸 ࣪@kinghrrgnton
Harrington was too distracted to notice who was sitting on that bench. He only had a can of Coke in his hands, his mind probably somewhere far away from Hawkins. He sat down at the opposite end of the bench where Billy was and let out an almost inaudible sigh.
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ᅠᅠᅠ𖠳 ˖ ࣪ ❟❜ᅠ𝖇. 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 ⸃⸃ retweetledi
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ᅠᅠ𝐭hou, the o͟n͟e͟ who 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮 𝒅𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒆 ;
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠ ... 𝖉o thy 𝖌𝖔𝖉𝖘 𝗹isten .ᐣ
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