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this my one hundred shots
writing topic, wish me luc
k because im so busy ugh
i hope you enjoy lovelies
and have super cute days
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ｙｏｕ ｇｏｎｎａ
ＣＲＡＳＨ  ＬＩＫＥ  ＴＨＵＮＤＥＲ

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♛/. before the end
xxxxxxxx↳ prompt: “Don’t let go, okay?”


The dust covered room seemed to gasp as she entered in, the swish of the door across the untouched wooden floor caused the dust to spin up into the air in frenzy. She glanced around cautiously, since the beginnings of the plague everyone had grown so weary, so scared and so untrusting of any other living beings. The room has your average New York apartment with one small bedroom and a decent sized livng room which opened into a small kitchen, but years of damage and neglectness had allowed it to rot and now without any previous knowledge one would not know that the vine covered lump of dirt was what would be a couch, giving evidence that this was indeed the living room. She walked in slowly, her long, blood stained cutlass dancing wondering before her. In a pained glanced towards what used to be the kitchen her stomach growled, aching for something more then a few scraps found in a garbage can. wip.