Take my hand {male needed pafp}

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    Look at me, what have I become I am lost I was once a gentleman But the thief came out in my London town So I must leave you now But I will remember the ups and the downs




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times




    Look at me in the apocalypse My European guilt, expecting instant fix I imagine all the brutal services Of ancient infidels Of all the wounded and the crying witches




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times




    I drove through countries like a marching funeral In the search of fools and utopias Along the lonely roads with all the empty human souls Filling their heavy hearts With slum religion and Coca-Cola Every book is read and I'm paralyzed Every fist is clenched, but I'm so tired




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile (volatile) times
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    "Yeah, a club mostly for downworlders. Ya know. Vampires werewolves, warlocks and everything else. Speaking of which. Where do you work?" She raised an eyebrow curious




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    ~Oc~

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    Moors breathed out a puff of smoke and thought before responding. "I work over at the Seven Eleven," he said finally. "Not a great job, but it pays for the apartment and my weed and cr@p."

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    Look at me, what have I become I am lost I was once a gentleman But the thief came out in my London town So I must leave you now But I will remember the ups and the downs




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times




    Look at me in the apocalypse My European guilt, expecting instant fix I imagine all the brutal services Of ancient infidels Of all the wounded and the crying witches




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times




    I drove through countries like a marching funeral In the search of fools and utopias Along the lonely roads with all the empty human souls Filling their heavy hearts With slum religion and Coca-Cola Every book is read and I'm paralyzed Every fist is clenched, but I'm so tired




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile (volatile) times
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    She considered making a joke but shook her head laughing it off.
    "How does a job at 7/11 pay for a beachfront property home? Your family must be rich or somethin." Castes silvery grey eyebrows raised up, when she gestured at the view from.outside




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    ~Oc~

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    "Nah. The rent is real cheap," Moors replied. "You probably can't smell it because you're used to being in the ocean, but this beachfront stinks like sh*t when it gets hot. Devalues the property. Something about a special seaweed or something."

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    Look at me, what have I become I am lost I was once a gentleman But the thief came out in my London town So I must leave you now But I will remember the ups and the downs




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times




    Look at me in the apocalypse My European guilt, expecting instant fix I imagine all the brutal services Of ancient infidels Of all the wounded and the crying witches




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times




    I drove through countries like a marching funeral In the search of fools and utopias Along the lonely roads with all the empty human souls Filling their heavy hearts With slum religion and Coca-Cola Every book is read and I'm paralyzed Every fist is clenched, but I'm so tired




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile (volatile) times
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    "Oh. Yeah I know what you mean. But we mermaids used to eat it and get f.ucked up so we really didn't mind." She shrugged and got a glass of water from the sink, glancing at the time on the microwave




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    ~Oc~

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    "But anyways, about my sister," Practical began. "Her name is Contrary. My parents loved being creative with names,as you can tell. she's a bit younger than me, but she's really sharp. I don't want you to give her any indication that you're anything other than a normal human girl. Got it?"

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    Look at me, what have I become I am lost I was once a gentleman But the thief came out in my London town So I must leave you now But I will remember the ups and the downs




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times




    Look at me in the apocalypse My European guilt, expecting instant fix I imagine all the brutal services Of ancient infidels Of all the wounded and the crying witches




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times




    I drove through countries like a marching funeral In the search of fools and utopias Along the lonely roads with all the empty human souls Filling their heavy hearts With slum religion and Coca-Cola Every book is read and I'm paralyzed Every fist is clenched, but I'm so tired




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile (volatile) times
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    "Okee doke. But contrary to your beliefs I'm pretty sharp too." She giggled a bit at her own pun. Shaking her head, she left the kitchen.
    "So what else do you have in this house?"




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    ~Oc~

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    "A bed and a bathroom," Practical said dryly. "That's pretty much it. One of us will have to crash on the couch." Unless they slept together, he though to himself.

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    Look at me, what have I become I am lost I was once a gentleman But the thief came out in my London town So I must leave you now But I will remember the ups and the downs




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times




    Look at me in the apocalypse My European guilt, expecting instant fix I imagine all the brutal services Of ancient infidels Of all the wounded and the crying witches




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times




    I drove through countries like a marching funeral In the search of fools and utopias Along the lonely roads with all the empty human souls Filling their heavy hearts With slum religion and Coca-Cola Every book is read and I'm paralyzed Every fist is clenched, but I'm so tired




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile (volatile) times
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    "Awh. And I was hoping we could cuddle." She winked at him and went outside on the balcony. Breathing in the ocean air, she hopped up on the railing and stood there looking at the ocean and people below




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    ~Oc~

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    Look at me, what have I become I am lost I was once a gentleman But the thief came out in my London town So I must leave you now But I will remember the ups and the downs




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times




    Look at me in the apocalypse My European guilt, expecting instant fix I imagine all the brutal services Of ancient infidels Of all the wounded and the crying witches




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times




    I drove through countries like a marching funeral In the search of fools and utopias Along the lonely roads with all the empty human souls Filling their heavy hearts With slum religion and Coca-Cola Every book is read and I'm paralyzed Every fist is clenched, but I'm so tired




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile (volatile) times
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    She shrugged.
    "I'm fine. It's a great view. And besides I'm magic remember?" She spun in place and noticed a group of ravens by the beach, hovering by the sand
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    ~Oc~

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    Moors walked out onto the balcony and leaned on the railing next to her. He followed her gaze and raised a quizzical eyebrow."What's so interesting about thosebirds?" he asked casually.

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    Look at me, what have I become I am lost I was once a gentleman But the thief came out in my London town So I must leave you now But I will remember the ups and the downs




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times




    Look at me in the apocalypse My European guilt, expecting instant fix I imagine all the brutal services Of ancient infidels Of all the wounded and the crying witches




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times




    I drove through countries like a marching funeral In the search of fools and utopias Along the lonely roads with all the empty human souls Filling their heavy hearts With slum religion and Coca-Cola Every book is read and I'm paralyzed Every fist is clenched, but I'm so tired




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile (volatile) times
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    Furrowing her eyebrows, she crouched on the railing next to him, suddenly serious.
    "A murder of crows is never a good thing. There is something dead over there." She narrowed haunting silver eyes as she muttered a spell to see farther




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    ~Oc~

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    Look at me, what have I become I am lost I was once a gentleman But the thief came out in my London town So I must leave you now But I will remember the ups and the downs




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times




    Look at me in the apocalypse My European guilt, expecting instant fix I imagine all the brutal services Of ancient infidels Of all the wounded and the crying witches




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times




    I drove through countries like a marching funeral In the search of fools and utopias Along the lonely roads with all the empty human souls Filling their heavy hearts With slum religion and Coca-Cola Every book is read and I'm paralyzed Every fist is clenched, but I'm so tired




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile (volatile) times
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    "We need to go." She hissed and leaped over the railing, scaffolding the edge until she hit the floor and broke into a sprint to the beach




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    ~Oc~

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    Practical cursed and ran back into the apartment. He vaulted down the stairs and out of the building, rushing for where Caste had gone.

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    Look at me, what have I become I am lost I was once a gentleman But the thief came out in my London town So I must leave you now But I will remember the ups and the downs




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times




    Look at me in the apocalypse My European guilt, expecting instant fix I imagine all the brutal services Of ancient infidels Of all the wounded and the crying witches




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times




    I drove through countries like a marching funeral In the search of fools and utopias Along the lonely roads with all the empty human souls Filling their heavy hearts With slum religion and Coca-Cola Every book is read and I'm paralyzed Every fist is clenched, but I'm so tired




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile (volatile) times
    ---


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    "Oh dear me." She whispered as she squatted next to the body of a tailed woman with long matted hair knotted with sea weed and a look of fear. Clutched in a webbed hand she held a letter




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    ~Oc~

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    Moors looked over Caste's shoulder, then turned away in horror. "Oh god," he said. "How did this happen?" He couldn't bear to look at the girl. "Is...is she alive?"

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    Look at me, what have I become I am lost I was once a gentleman But the thief came out in my London town So I must leave you now But I will remember the ups and the downs




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times




    Look at me in the apocalypse My European guilt, expecting instant fix I imagine all the brutal services Of ancient infidels Of all the wounded and the crying witches




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times




    I drove through countries like a marching funeral In the search of fools and utopias Along the lonely roads with all the empty human souls Filling their heavy hearts With slum religion and Coca-Cola Every book is read and I'm paralyzed Every fist is clenched, but I'm so tired




    Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuclcers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile (volatile) times
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    "No." She said coldly, peeling the letter from her hand.
    "Alina deserved better than this." She shook her head biting her lip.
    "This is my fault. They knew she was my best friend "




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    ~Oc~

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