𝘿𝙄𝙎𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙐𝙀𝘿. 𝙍𝙀𝙒𝙍𝙄𝙏𝙏𝙀𝙉 𝙑𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 𝙄𝙎 𝙊𝙐𝙏. - 𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦. 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵. 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘥-𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵. haggard breathing, shallow breaths, pounding headache. silently watching from behind the sharp corner of the neighbor's confined home. my dear townspeople getting wrenched and gruesomely facing an untimely death. without much restraint, small patters caused by tears dribbling onto the mulch below everyone's feet. "they put up a fight, but we managed anyways. did you retrieve it, boss?" spiked forest green hair with buckets filled with energy comes to greet in seeming rather intrigued. along with a few others, who you eventually learn to become one of your only driving forces in living. "yo, you look like you need a hand." they were the people who you have longed for. they were something you weren't so familiar with. friends. NOV 28 , 2O21 - 𝘿𝙄𝙎𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙐𝙀𝘿 >> rewritten version on my profile . "(-) 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙? • hxh fanfic rewrite"
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