I stepped into the dim light, the sound of my shoes on the floor made you whirl, gun snapping up, trained directly on my chest. “Don’t move,” you hissed. Your voice was tight, the edge of fear carefully masked by forced bravado. I tilt my head slightly, my green eyes locking on yours with unnerving calm. The barrel of the gun was steady. I smirk, exhaling a lazy stream of smoke as i say in a cold, yet calm voice That’s a bold greeting. Most people usually start with hello.
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1Tina and fam
09/09/2025