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"ɪ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ."
sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ/ʜᴏʀʀᴏʀ ᴠᴇʀsᴇs. ᴏʙᴠɪᴏᴜsʟʏ #ᴏᴘᴜʟᴇɴᴛ. 2ɴᴅ ɢʜᴏsᴛғᴀᴄᴇ. sʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴀᴜ. ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs ᴘᴏssɪʙʟᴇ. sʜɪᴘs (ᴍs) — ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ. ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ/ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ. ᴍᴏʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅs ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ.
ʀᴛ?
a light scoff, slips from his lips while shaking his head. His gaze, falling to the ground beneath him for a second. Some of his loose, dirty blonde falling into his into his face.
"Is that what you think, you're entitled to know why I'm around? when, I haven't bothered you >
"now sid, why would I reveal it right away? Takes the fun and mystery, out of it...don't you think?"
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And the silence
You make me do too much labour
All day, every day, therapist ,maid
Nymph, then a nurse, then a servant
Just an appendage, live to attend
Michael Myers ‘s torn in his side and Daughter
he continues, the silence for a brief pause. Keeping, his gaze on her while hesitanting for a second. Before, pulling her closer and gently rubbing his hand up and down her arm in an attempt to comfort.
"Anytime, thanks for not turning me away when I showed up at your door."
is quiet, loosely wrapping an arm around her and pulling her close to his side. Just being there for her.
oh, you know ...
the loony bin...getting his face fixed.
careful or it might sound like, he actually missed him.







