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          arrows notched, drawn back, and fired. one by one, finding their home in her target. a petty part of her wished she had a photograph instead. breath drawn in, allison readied another arrow— and paused. the sound of heavy, purpose-filled footfalls graced her ears. both inwardly and outwardly, she sighed. 

              ❛  you know, you’re getting predictable. only took you half an hour to follow me this time. ❜

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*tractilis 4,   v. not a boy. but a man,   tractilis,   ; what the fuck is this,  
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    to make a point, allison turned her back on oliver. she can tell he’s trying to get under her skin. provoke her into an...
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