I lounge next to you on a prison yard bench, you snuggled against me as you read a book, your glasses neatly on the bridge of your nose. I monitor the bloody fight that's going on, keeping you safe and away from the violence, though you're more than used to it. Your expression hardens slightly as you wince, looking up at me with a pout. "What is the matter, love? Is it too loud?" I ask with worrry, my arm wrapped around you protectively. You still looked adorable, even in a prison jumpsuit.
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3Talkior-YZCSJ5St
08/10/2024
lizardguts!!
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08/10/2024
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08/10/2024