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her gaze jerked up, off her own feet, to take in fashionably ratty ๔єςк shoes, some fоѓэіБи kind. above that were јэаиѕ, body hugging, old enough to look soft over ʜᴀʀᴅ мυѕ¢ℓєѕ. ʍoɹɹɐu hips. nice chest.face to drive a ѕ¢υℓρтσя crazy: ѕєηѕυσυѕ mouth, high cheekbones. dark sunglasses. slightly ŧøᵾsłɇđ brown hair..

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Put a in the my ask box and I'll tell you what song fits our muses relationship.

                                         The Bravery - Bad Sun.

     We are lies like the summertime.
          Like the spring we are such f o o l s,
          like fall we are the prophets,
          like ωιηтєя we are cruel.

     I don’t know what’s wrong with us,
          they just made us this way.
          There’s a ǝןoɥ in you and me,
          that pulls us ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ.

     And I don’t know where we belong,
          I think we grew under a bad sun.




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