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さ˖ ࣪⊹  ִֶָ 𝓦alking around no worries, no cares, no concerns, nothing. She carries everything except hope Inside a 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗽𝗮𝗰𝗸. As her right hand goes behind her back, grasping a thing that was 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗮 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗱𝗲. She swings her hand upon the dummy in front of her, acting as if it was a real human, feet and expanded legs 𝗲𝗰𝗵𝗼 𝗮𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀 the floor. There is something in the 𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 that acts as a fire in her soul, the flames within as courage on the outside.

᯽.ﾟ ༘༘  ˖࣪ 𝓣he sway of her hips 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝘄𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀 as tickets to concerts, the pass to the front of the line, filling her vacuous hand with a full 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼𝘅𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱. It is a 𝗱𝗿𝘂𝗴 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝘁𝘀 and something that she cannot get enough of. She takes what is handed to her for the short while that it is available. Wearing her abbreviate skirt and collosal 𝗴𝗶𝗴𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗲𝘀, she sways her hips to the beat of a 𝗱𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗱𝗿𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗿 while she receptacke, your name. ✦
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