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————& a twitch in response. Granted, that certain

                           area hadn’t been given a second thought for

                           most of the day, in fact. The youth had been

                           QUITE too caught up in the wanderings of her

                           own mind to even remember that soft weaving

                           was laying still & crumpled on her desk ; woe 

                           to sore muscles to her second pair now flat

                           against small digits. It feels…..NOT how she 

                           expected it to. Any thought or lingering touch 

                           brings on her DEFENSIVE shell, or so Blake

                          thought it would.


           { You can trust her. }

— scythewielding — y ou d ARE /DO/ THIS TO ME — 「ic;」 — also you f uckin g k NOW what that link is goign to shutup ma rl ey