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"you're putting our lives in danger."
"a little danger won't hurt anyone."

"regretting it?"
"not even a bit."

"he could've died because of you!"
"and you don't think i'm blaming myself for it?"
"no i don't."

"how long?"
"before i ever met you."

"don't you trust us?"
"not as much as i want to."

"why're you so selfish?"
"are you really that dense?"

"will we be okay?"
"of course."

"forever?"
"...of course."

there's a gun pointed to his head, he doesn't know what to do.

his palms are sweaty, hands shaking slightly. he doesn't remember the back up he has who are ready to shoot, the only thing going through his head is how fast it'll take to run.

"you said we'd be okay."

there's a ringing, and he can't feel anything anymore.

"it hurts." and what's he supposed to do about the pain?

nothing.

just ignore it.

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i really said 'fuck it, we don't need stylo.' knowing damn weLL I WANT STYLO IN THE BOOK HH

i'm really scared to start the book though, i don't want to disappoint you all hh

you're all really good af writers and when you all applied i shit my pants because i'm going to look like a fool :(;゙゚'ω゚'):

hh

but have thiS CUZ I'M BORED

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