Arthur Lester (
theotherright
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2023-06-03 10:59 pm (UTC)
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Leave.
[ He says the word with the clarity and sharpness of a rifle's crack. His tone is vicious. His hands, stained as they may be with the memory of blood, are fists.
He is at his
fucking limit.
]
I did not ask you here. You are not welcome. Leave.
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[ He says the word with the clarity and sharpness of a rifle's crack. His tone is vicious. His hands, stained as they may be with the memory of blood, are fists.
He is at his fucking limit. ]
I did not ask you here. You are not welcome. Leave.