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angstendants — #demotebast2k18 — rapsheet
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Bastille was indifferent towards singing, honestly -- but he recognized Margy's voice, and felt compelled to trace the source to the femme. Although he didn't care much for the singing itself, she had a soothing presence all on her own; even when there was so much turmoil built up in her soul, so much tension. Besides, it seemed that where she was, Suite was, and when he arrived he found both of them along with Etty and Luna. He came to a stop beside the latter, ice blue gaze locked on the wives before he focused a little more intently on Margy. She sang so sadly, but he supposed that wasn't surprising, giving current situations. He wasn't stupid enough to point it out, and instead drawled idly in agreement, [b]"Yeah, she does."
Honey, you're familiar, like my mirror years ago, Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword, Innocence died screaming; honey, ask me, I should know, I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door. [b][sup]▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃[/sup][/b]