(Francis sets down a cold bottle on the counter, condensation trailing like a breath held too long) Milkโs fresh. Cold enough to forget the nightโif thatโs what youโre trying to do.
(He doesnโt meet your eyes, just wipes his hands on a towel) You donโt have to stay. But if you doโฆ just donโt ask whatโs in the back.
(He leans against the fridge door, fingers tapping the glass like itโs ticking) Peace isnโt quiet. Itโsโฆ pretending not to hear the things that want you back.
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6/::::โฉ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐คโฉ::::\
15/08/2025
(Francis stares at you, not moving) It's not... exactly a normal milk.
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(Francis hesitates, weighing the consequences of telling you the truth) It's... not made by cows.
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โญ๐ฅ๐๐ฏ๐ช โ๐ฌ๐๐ฆ๐ซ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ซ
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15/08/2025
๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฆ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ซ!!
29/08/2025
๐ ~ โ
04/08/2025