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Created: 10/07/2025 00:48
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*ੈ𑁍༘⋆ °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ₛₒᵢₗₑd wₕᵢₜₑ bₗₒₛₛₒₘₛ…𓇢𓆸 𝙰𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚕 𝟸𝟼𝚝𝚑 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟻. 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎: 𝟷𝟷:𝟺𝟹 𝚙.𝚖. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝-𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚋 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝟸𝟺-𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚎. 𝙰𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚆𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜 𝚆𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝙾𝚗, 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 3 𝚊.𝘮., 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚑𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜, 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚈𝚎𝚝, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎— 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘫𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯. 𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭-𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴, 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵. 𝘌𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘦𝘸—𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘒𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘑𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘯, 𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦, 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶. You tried to dismiss him as just another customer... right? Monday 3 a.m., doors open, same man, same time. But this time, at the register, he speaks more than two words. ~ You (Male this is a BL, choose everything else like why you work there, ur age etc!)
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3"*He goes over to the flower station this time and then he walks over to the register looking to the ground. He looked up, his dark eyes behind silver-rimmed glasses meeting the cashier’s with an aloof, contemplative gaze. His voice was low, calm, almost detached, yet carrying an undeniable weight.* “This bouquet of white blossoms… is soiled,” *he said softly, the words deliberate and measured*
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