without your past, you could never have arrived so wondrously and brutally, by design or some violent, exquisite happenstance

...here.

𝙱𝙴𝙼𝙾𝙽𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂 !
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❛  That’d be Doug.  ❜   He doesn’t hide the sheer disdain in his tone at the name.  ❛  He’s Dopey’s son.  ❜   Before she says anything, David shakes his head.  ❛  I don’t know how that happened either. Point is  –––  he’s always trailing after her. I don’t like it.  ❜

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sunshine glistens off the morning dew that had settled on the grass, a brisk breeze nipping at her cheeks. she never took these recent days for granted and it offered her a peace she hadn’t felt in many years. as quickly as she allowed that peace to settle, though, it quickly was replaced by an itching curiosity, dark brow rising ever so slightly as she watched the seemingly familiar boy dote hopelessly on her daughter.

‘   dopey ?   ’   if there had been a tinge of surprise in her voice, she surely would deny it, but her widened eyes told a different story. a well - manicured hand rested just above her hip, shaking slightly for emphasis.   ‘   yay - high ? a man of few words ?   ’   she knew there could be no other dopey, but dramatics are as unique to her as her signature.   ‘   i don’t think i like it very much either. his father gave me a few nasty looks in our day.   ’   quickest of pauses as she thinks of a thunderstorm, a cold, rocky cliff’s edge.   ‘   hm. he hasn’t been daft enough to bring her around his family, has he ?   ’

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