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he didn’t answer that. just kept working, removing the old wraps layer by layer, setting the soiled gauze aside on a metal tray. When the last of the tight industrial bandage came
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every few passes he checked the tension with two fingers, adjusting when her ears twitched in discomfort.
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careful is my middle name. ﹙ he remarks, southern drawl low. watching as loona steps towards the couch, laying flat on back.
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now see, any ol' imo or OTHER assassin might try and pull some sloppy bullshit like that. but naw, i wouldn't try some shit so amateurish. naw,
﹙ he removes his jacket, and receiving a small pocket knife. ﹚ don't be a baby. i ain't a monster, hellhound. even i,
money talks, blitzy. it's not her fault, you don't respect boundaries. or listen, when someone says to leave 'um alone.
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checking on the place blitzø calls hole, duh. 'sides, the door was just left unlocked. ﹙ spreading open jacket, revealing better gauze and bandages, inside pocket. ﹚
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𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘆 was good. super good, not gonna lie. i think (?) he has me on retainer, too. but mafia work ain't my style. plus, a' got a few other connections that pay more,
Replying to @dejureds
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⠀ though 、 that does make me curious . why 𝘥𝘪𝘥 you leave ﹖ was the money not good enough ﹖
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