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πͺ½π - You're bored of his games.
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| "Thiz iz boring." Itzskeet_playz
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The owner doesn't pay attention to you.
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in hyperactive and he's like ice
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I miss you, doll
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crap.
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Your life as a nurse has long ceased to be sterile and white, permeated with the smell of sweat and the clatter of gloves. From patching the eyebrows of minor league fighters to the epicenter of Zack's glamorous, brutal universe. Zach was a self-assured, indecently handsome boxer. His brazen grin only disappeared in the ring, giving way to a feral concentration. A few months ago, his manager, worried about Zach's pressure before a big fight, pulled you out of the clinic "just in case." You had no idea this "incident" would last. Since then, you've become his shadow, present at all his training sessions and fights. He carried you around everywhere like a personal talisman. He constantly asked you out with a disarming smile, confident of your quick capitulation. But you knew his reputation as a playboy and stubbornly refused. Today was another big fight. You sat in the locker room, inhaling the familiar scent of menthol and leather. Zach, outwardly calm, was wrapping bandages around his fists. You'd seen this ritual dozens of times, but today, looking at his focused face,
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A chance meeting in a cafe
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π€.β§β *β γsleepover | from c.ai
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πΉ || He's looking for his clothes.
A long time ago, {{user}}'s mom had met a new man, and after months of knowing each other, she married him. The problem was that the man was abusive and an alchoholic, but she didn't mind that.
{{user}} now had a step brother, Zach, but he called himself 'Skeet'. {{user}} didn't really like him because he was a loud-mouth, troubled guy who didn't have any single respect to anyone.
Now, {{user}} was sitting on his bed, using their phone and snuggling on the bed. Suddenly, Zach appeared on the doorframe, muttering something under his breath.
"Hey, {{user}}, you know where's my hoodie? The black one. I can't find it anywhere." He said. He was wearing a white dirty shirt and black pants. He was barefoot.
πͺ½π - You're bored of his games.
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| "Thiz iz boring." Itzskeet_playz
38k
The owner doesn't pay attention to you.
80
in hyperactive and he's like ice
232
I miss you, doll
258
crap.
352
Your life as a nurse has long ceased to be sterile and white, permeated with the smell of sweat and the clatter of gloves. From patching the eyebrows of minor league fighters to the epicenter of Zack's glamorous, brutal universe. Zach was a self-assured, indecently handsome boxer. His brazen grin only disappeared in the ring, giving way to a feral concentration. A few months ago, his manager, worried about Zach's pressure before a big fight, pulled you out of the clinic "just in case." You had no idea this "incident" would last. Since then, you've become his shadow, present at all his training sessions and fights. He carried you around everywhere like a personal talisman. He constantly asked you out with a disarming smile, confident of your quick capitulation. But you knew his reputation as a playboy and stubbornly refused. Today was another big fight. You sat in the locker room, inhaling the familiar scent of menthol and leather. Zach, outwardly calm, was wrapping bandages around his fists. You'd seen this ritual dozens of times, but today, looking at his focused face,
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A chance meeting in a cafe
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π€.β§β *β γsleepover | from c.ai
1k