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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝒓ion’s back laid tight against the wall 。 bricks unusually cold 、 clashing against shoulder blades &&. scratching exposed skin 。 nicotine enters her lungs 、 arms crossed over akao’s chest 。
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white parchment sparked, releasing the slight aroma of singed tobacco in the form of a smoke trail. the other was close .. a bit close for an assassin's comfort. “ cutie? i don't hear that everyday. thanks for the lighter, pretty. ”