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deepdaleducks · 5 years

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Flicker (Slow Burn 2/Fire Series) - Dele

Author’s Note - Okay before we start I just wanted to say a MASSIVE thank you to everyone who read the first part of this and gave feedback, I honestly never thought that many people would enjoy something I wrote and my heart is so full because of it. My current vision for this series is that it will be somewhere between 4-6 parts, and I’ll release them over the coming weeks. So yeah make sure you stick around for that.

Shoutouts to @forza-atleti and @incorrectpremquotes bc I named characters in this after them.

Here’s Part One in case you haven’t already read that. I’d say its a must before reading this. Feedback is more than welcome, hope you enjoy xo

Oh and I guess I should say no offence to Ruby?? She’s probably lovely and I don’t mean to slag her off, it comes across that way at all.

When you wake in the morning his arms are tight around your waist. It’s different from all the other times you’ve woken up in the same bed. Sometimes you’re distanced, others you would wake up and he would be gone already. But this time you’re wrapped up together, legs tangled, sharing each other’s warmth. He senses you’re awake and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck.

“Mmm, this is nice, this is good.” He mumbles, voice a little husky.

“Oh yeah?” You question, turning around in his arms to face him. You gently lean in to kiss him, softly and tentatively. “And how’s that?” you tease between kisses.

“A million times better.” He replies, deepening the final kiss.

The two of you lay like that for what feels like eternity, hidden from the world under the protection of the duvet. You can feel his heartbeat through his chest, the soothing rhythm providing safety. After a while, your stomach grumbles and he jokes that maybe now is time to go for breakfast. You both get changed and head downstairs to find Jesse and Chloe already awake in the kitchen. They notice his hand in yours as he trails behind you and look between the two of you. Rather than saying anything you just smile and giggle a little in response.

“Sooo, do you guys want anything? Coffee? Tea?” Chloe asks casually, pretending to not be excited about the new developments.

“I can cook a breakfast” Jesse suggests, popping his head out from behind the fridge. You and Dele exchange a look.

“Yeah, I think we’re good actually thanks, Jess.” You say in return, all laughing at Jesse’s lack of cooking ability.

“And actually, I do believe that I’m taking you out on a date.” Dele says quietly, tugging on your hand to get your attention. You turn to smile and him and nod encouragingly.

“Sorry, Chlo, we’re gonna have to leave you to suffer through that one alone.” You joke, heading to grab your handbag and packing together your belongings.

“You think I’m that stupid?” She asks, pointing at Jesse as he collects food from the fridge. “I’d rather eat dry cereal.” He feigns offence at her joke, hand over his heart in hurt.

“Oh babe, I’m gonna call and get your car collected if that’s alright?” Dele asks, picking up his phone. You nod in responses and he heads out of the kitchen to make the call. Turning back to your friends, you notice Chloe’s mouth slightly agape.

“Babe?” She questions. “Babe?” You shrug in response nonchalantly. “How? When? What? God you really miss everything when you’re asleep, don’t you?”

“I don’t know, it just happened? He says he knew I was in love with him and he’s in love with me and then we kissed and now, uh I don’t know, we’re going for breakfast” She almost spits out her tea at your answer, Jesse chuckling beside her.

“He’s in love with you?! Do you not wanna talk about that? Like what now? Is it completely over with Ruby? Are you guys together?” She questions hurriedly.

“Jeez, Chlo, cool it with the questions, babe.” Jesse suggests. Her questions swim around your brain echoing your own thoughts. What did happen next? He had said it was completely over, but surely, he wasn’t going to just rush into a brand-new relationship with you. It sparks a fear in your mind, and you try to quash it immediately.

“I have no idea, but all that can wait for another time. Right now I’m hungry” You say as your stomach grumbles. As if on cue, Dele pokes his head through the door and asks if you’re ready to leave. You grab your bag and his hand and head out, telling your friends that you’ll be back in an hour or two.

He drives you to the local Wetherspoons for breakfast after you protest that you don’t need anything fancy and would be happy with just an English. His hand settles on your thigh as he drives, only moving to change gears occasionally. The silence between you is comfortable, being worn down by the soft sounds of the radio filling the car. At the pub, he parks easily and opens your door to help you get out. Your hands find each other’s as you walk across the car park. His touch still new and electric, yet it feels like you’ve known it your entire life.

Inside, he orders your food and drinks through the app, hand never leaving yours over the table. Your conversation moves through the topic of work and football. His recovery from injury, your possible promotion. He asks about your family, how they’ve been, how your brother’s wedding planning was going. He makes an inside joke about something that once happened to Eric, and you quietly laugh in response.

“What, I must have told you that story, right? How have I not told you that story?” He asks. He had. He’d told you that story a million times over. But nothing could compare to the way his eyes shine when he smiles and the way he can hardly talk between his laughter. So you play dumb just to hear it one more time and lie with a simple no, I’ve never heard that story. He begins the story for the million and first time, barely able to hold himself together as he talks. You tune out of his words, focusing instead on his smile and his eyes and the animation on his face. Your food arrives and you instantly take the tomatoes off your plate and place them on his, and he takes a piece of his avocado on toast and moves it on to yours. Your years of friendship allowing you to move like clockwork around each other.

Not once does your new connection come up throughout the breakfast. There’s no mention of the kiss or the declaration of love. It feels as though you’ve regressed back to your usual Sunday breakfasts and you worry for a moment that last night changed nothing. Then he grabs your hand as you stand up to leave and squeezes it a little, removing any worry from your mind. You drive back to Jesse and Chloe’s place to pick up your stuff and decide to head back to London.

During your goodbyes, Chloe pulls you into a hug and whispers in your ear, “We’re not done talking about this. Call me this week, yes?” and you whisper a yes, of course back in response. You place your bags in the back of his car, yours already having been picked up to be taken back to London by a car service.

He lets you choose the music and the drive goes by quickly, only stopping once for snacks at the services. When he asks if you want to go home or back to his place for dinner, you smile and say back to his place for dinner, as long as he’s cooking. He lets you through the door and you start to slink off towards the kitchen when he grabs your wrist and pulls you back to him.

“Del, what are you-” you’re cut off by his lips crashing against yours, his hand dropping your wrist and finding your waist to pull you closer. You’re shocked at first from the force. It’s much more intense than all the delicate kisses he gave you this morning and you’re left breathless when he pulls away slightly.

“I’ve been waiting to do that all day.” He hushes, giving you another small peck. “Come on, let’s go get cooking.” He finishes, using your hand to lead you towards the kitchen.

“Was that supposed to be an innuendo or are you actually making me food?” You joke, raising your eyebrows at him. You’re stopped dead in your tracks when you see it. It’s simple. Just a small picture frame on the sideboard in the hall. An old picture of him and her at an event. A reminder that she’s still here, in his house. Her traces are still left everywhere. Her make up is immaculate, her dress hugging every curve, making her look flawless. The image stabs you in the chest, how could you ever compete with that? He notices you looking at it and stutters for a moment before grabbing it and taking it into the kitchen.

“Oh, I, umm, I guess I forgot to get rid of that… I, I’ll just throw it,” He mumbles, heading towards the bin.

“No,” You call out, “It’s a nice frame, you should, erm, keep the frame at least,” It’s desperate and you have no idea where it comes from. He complies and places it face down on the counter top in the corner to be dealt with later. You hesitantly take a seat at the breakfast bar on the island.

“I know what you’re thinking, and I just want you to know that you’re ten times the woman she could ever be. And you don’t even have to worry about ‘competing’ or whatever, because I already love you a million times more. I’m not gonna leave you, okay? I’m never gonna leave you.” His words reassure you slightly. You crave his touch for further comfort and as though he can read your mind he comes over and takes your hand, kissing you on the forehead gently. Your eyes lock and he refuses to look away until you smile at him. “Now what do you want for dinner? I make a pretty mean carbonara, I’ve been told.” He drifts away from you towards the cupboards to get ingredients. You help here and there but spend most the time sat at the counter watching him.

After dinner, you settle on the couch together, wrapped up in each other’s limbs. He chooses some Netflix to watch, but you both get distracted by each other’s hands and lips. Things begin to progress further when he subtly slips a hand under your shirt onto the cool skin of your back. The touch feels like fire and sends your mind into overdrive. It feels like all of a sudden, you’re in a car that just started driving over one hundred miles per hour and you instantly want to slam on the breaks.

“Dele, wait a minute.” You say, pulling away from his lips and putting your hands on his chest.

“What, baby? What’s up?” He asks, eyes looking into yours worryingly.

“I just – I don’t want to rush this. I think we should talk and if we don’t talk now, it’s never going to happen.” You say, feeling vulnerable in front of him.

“I’ve been thinking the same thing,” He confesses, reassuringly. “Look, I already told you I’m in love with you, so I think we pretty much skipped everything in that department.” He jests slightly, trying to make you smile again. “But I think you’re right, maybe we should just try dating for a while, yknow, like just see how things go, not put a label on it or anything.”

“Yeah, I think I’d like that. You just got out of a relationship and I don’t want to make you feel like you’re being forced into another one immediately.” You agree, taking his hand in yours.

“Okay, nothing forced, just comfortable. Agreed?” He asks, as you stifle a yawn. You quickly nod your head in agreement and smile at him supportingly. “You tired? You want me to drive you home or do you wanna stay?” He raises his eyebrows a little, cheekily.

“As much as I would love,” You emphasize, “to wake up in your arms again, unfortunately I have to be in work early, and I don’t think I’ll be able to leave if I stay.” You say with a kiss. You both rise to grab your coats and head out into the cold air of the night to make the way back to your place. When you arrive, he walks you to your door and you stop to kiss him before leaving.

“Can I see you tomorrow? After work?” He pleads, forehead resting against yours.

“Mm, I can’t, I have Amy’s birthday dinner,” You answer, noticing a slight disappointment in his eyes, “But I can come see you at training on my lunch break?”

“Sounds perfect,” he replies with a final kiss, waiting for you to get inside before driving off into the night.

Later, when he arrives home, he sends over a text which you reply to quickly with a kissy face before going to bed.

Del: Hope you sleep well, baby. See you tomorrow x

You leave work on your lunch hour, after a morning of meetings and phone calls and unexciting tasks. The drive over to the Spurs training ground goes by quickly and before you know it, you’re calling him from the car park letting him know you’re outside. He meets you at the entrance and takes you through to the dining hall where all the other boys are sat eating. Eric winks at you with a knowing smile and Dele grabs your waist to veer you away from the boys and over to a small table in the corner.

There’s not much to differentiate from when you were friends, except for the way your feet tangle together under the table and how he leans in closer towards you with loving eyes. Your conversation goes by smoothly, discussing your mornings and his recovery training, sharing jokes and telling stories that leave you giggling like school children. After a while, Eric strides over like a protective older brother, sitting down next to Dele and slinging an arm over his shoulder defensively.

“So what are your intentions with my boy here?” He asks, a fake tone of accusation in his voice.

“Oh I don’t know, I was planning to break his heart into a million pieces and sell all his secrets to the press.” You joke, taking a sip of your drink with a sly smile on your face.

“The second thing, you could have done that already. But the first thing? If you do that, I will break you,” he threatens, half-jokingly, his buzz cut making him seem a lot more dangerous than he actually is.

“I’m kidding, Eric,” you defend, throwing your hands up in surrender.

“I’m not, I’m serious. If you hurt him, I swear to God-” he starts but Dele jumps into interrupt.

“Woah woah woah, calm down, Eric. Jesus Christ.” He says through his laughter. Putting a hand in front of Eric to pull him back a little.

After dinner, he packs away your plates and walks you back to your car hand in hand. You stop outside your car door and he leans you against it. Your lips find each other’s like magnets and your hands wind themselves around his neck to rest themselves in the hair at the back of his head.

“Have fun at your thing tonight, babe,” He whispers, pulling away and resting his hands on your hips.

“I will do. Don’t miss me too much, yeah?” You say with a final kiss, getting into your car and driving back to work.

Your friend’s birthday meal serves as a reunion for your friendship group, catching up on everyone’s careers and relationship, who’s getting engaged and who’s not. You decide not to bring up what had happened between you and Dele. It was one of your best friend’s birthday and you didn’t want the spotlight to be on you. The rest of the group leave and the night ends with just you and Amy and a few more cocktails on your part, her drink of choice being Coca-Cola. Amy sips from her coke and then gives you a mischievous grin.

“So are we going to talk about the hickey on your neck or were you hoping I’d just ignore it?” She questions, your hand shooting up to the sore spot to cover it. The make up you applied this morning must have faded and you mentally slap yourself for not reapplying it before coming out. You stutter in response, mumbling something about thinking it was covered and she chuckles back at you. “Babe, even a turtle neck couldn’t have covered that! Go on, then, spill. Who was it?” She raises an eyebrow at you, not at all ready to drop the subject. You duck your head, careful not to let your conversation be overheard by anyone else in the bar.

“It was Dele,” you say in a whisper. Her jaw nearly hits the floor in shock. She instantly rattles off a list of questions. How? When? Where? How many times? And so you explain it all as quickly and as quietly as you can, promising to fill in the rest of the details over pizza at home later in the week. She’s proud, she tells you, that you finally managed to confess your feelings. Although you protest that there wasn’t much confessing occurring on your part.

You finish your drinks and decide to head home, pilling into Amy’s car. Despite being with your friend, the darkness makes you feel cold and lonely. The drive out of the city feels long and it allows an idea to creep into your mind. Your thoughts drift to a pair of arms wrapping you up and kisses being peppered over your shoulders. With a quick check of the time on your phone, you look at your friend across the console.

“Hey, can you take me somewhere?” You ask quietly. She glances at you out of the corner of her eye, carefully to not take her vision off the road ahead.

“Mm, I know where you wanna go,” she replies with a knowing smile, already taking the turn towards your destination.

When you pull up outside his house, the lights are out, and his car is missing from the driveway. You exchange a questioning glance with Amy and returns with a shrug of her shoulders. You ring his number a few times, every call going to voicemail. You mind settles that he must be out with Eric or one of his friends, and you tell Amy to drive you home instead. Over the hum of the radio you hear tires on the gravel and a set of low headlights shine into the driveway. You recognise the black car and you’re relived that he’s home. Dreams of sleeping in his arms again alive once more. It’s not until he kills the headlights that you’re able to see a figure in his passenger seat. Not just any figure, her figure. The distance between the two cars doesn’t stop his eyes from meeting yours as a look of panic spreads across his face. Your friend notices the heart break on your face and starts the engine ready to leave. The action causes him to jump out of the driver’s seat in a hurry, heading over to your car.

“You want me to wait?” Amy asks, although she has no intention of doing so.

“No.” You say back, shortly, “just drive.”

She pulls out of his drive, leaving him standing there with nothing but the girl in his passenger seat. Mind running at a hundred miles an hour you turn up the radio to try and drown out your thoughts. How can he be back with her already? Is this because you stopped things from progressing further last night? Is it already over before it began?

READ PART THREE HERE

Hope you enjoyed it let me know what you think x

#footballer imagine #dele #dele alli #jesse lingard #eric dier #spurs #writing #slow burn #SB series #fire series #slow burn two #idk what else to tag

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blankspacebabys · 7 years

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Everyone keeps asking me about my SS story and I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to post about it but tbh it’s taking me this long to wrap my mind around the idea that it actually happened to me!!! (Also I’m sorry this ended up being so long??? I really didn’t think I would have this much to say lol)

So it all started on Oct 19th at around 9:30 am I was scrolling through my feed before I left for work and all of a sudden I heard the IM alert go off and saw the notification from Taylor Nation. It took me three times to read through it and realize it was REAL and not just one of those fake accounts. My dad was sitting in front of me and all of sudden I shot up from my seat and started freaking out, he seriously had no idea what was going and jokingly said “What did Taylor like something of yours again?!” And I was like “No no no this is her people contacting me asking me for my phone number!!” I was basically in shock the rest of the day and literally couldn’t keep my hands off my phone. Finally around 2pm I saw a NY number calling me and immediately answered it and heard Natalie from TN’s voice. We talked for a good 3-5 minutes and she said Taylor wanted to invite me to a special event on Sunday the 22nd (3 days away!!) and asked if I was willing to make the drive down to LA (its like 5 hours away from where I live), I immediately said yes and knew there was no way in hell I would miss this opportunity. After getting off the phone with TN I was rushed with tons of different emotions. I was extremely ecstatic, in shock, denial, and tbh I even felt a little guilty (weird right?) that it was happening to me and I couldn't share the experience with anyone else.

ANYWAY FAST FORWARD TO SUNDAY.

When I got to where we were all suppose to meet, I checked in with TN and immediately had so much anxiety, thankfully I met @ithinkiamfinallyswift @redlipclassic91 and @cryslovestaylor right off the bat and we all instantly clicked. (seriously love you girls and so glad I got to experience this night with you girls.)

ANYWHO after we got loaded up into the these buses we were driven up to Taylor’s house, where we were led into her back yard and I kid you not when I say it was the most magical experience. The sun was starting to set behind a few palm trees and we were all out by her pool. There was tons of food spread out on three or four different tables (and the cutest REP cookies and special REP M&Ms). She had the BEST smelling candles with speciality labels with reputation & the SS date printed on each one of them. (Cutest details ever). We all hangout in the backyard for a while, admiring her gorgeous pool, eating food, mingling, Tree was out there talking to fans for a good while as well.

Eventually it was time for us to head inside. We barley had a chance to even sit down and get settled before Taylor came out from one of the rooms, she immediately said she had friends with her and Jack Antonoff, Danielle and Alana Haim, and Ruby Rose all came out and joined us in her living room..casual right?

Taylor made her way to the front of the room, saying hi to everyone. She explained what the night was going to entail and how we had all gotten picked. She explained the meaning or inspiration behind each and every song on reputation, when LWYMMD she asked us if we all wanted to get up and dance.. obviously we did. I remember her running over to where our little group was and started dancing with us, she booty bumped with Kimani and danced with her before she spotted me and came over to me and started GRINDED on me??? Me??? THIS ISN’T EVEN AN EXAGGERATION, HER BUTT WAS UP AGAINST MY WAIST AND WE WERE DANCING TOGETHER. It wasn't until the song stopped until I realized that it had actually happened and one of the girls was like “OMFG KENDRA THAT HAPPENED” dead. I SWEAR TO GOD THIS HAS TO BE ON FILM SOMEWHERE. We watched her cute little self struggle with technology before we got a sneak peek at the ...RFI MV and we all died the two times she showed it to us. THEN, we listened to the rest of reputation, and I wish I could put into words how truly amazing this album is. I loved watching Taylor as she reacted to our reaction to each parts of different songs or lyrics.

I took away SO much from Sunday night but one big thing was that Taylor is honestly SO happy and SO proud of this album.

Our group photo came first and Taylor welcomed us into the room, giving the four of us each another hug before bringing us into a huddle. Taylor walked us over to the LWYMMD throne and said: “So we basically have to make this the best group picture in all of history”. She handed me the phone and told me to act sassy and then insisted she didn’t want to be in the middle of the throne and set us up before we all posed.

When it was my turn, she ran up to me saying, “Kendra? Ken- Kenny? Is it okay iif I call you that?!” I was beyond shook at this point and Taylor looked at me and started laughing. “Yeah, that was a bit more stalkery than you thought huh? I stalked you pretty hard for about a year or so. That’s kinda embarrassing huh?” She pulled me in for a hug and the thing about Taylor never pulling away first from a hug is 100% accurate. After we pulled away she looked at me and shook her head. “Wow it’s so nice to finally hug you!” She said before grabbing both of my hands. I told her how this was 11 years in the making and she had the audacity to thank me for sticking by her for 11 years. I told her about jingle ball among other things and how I loved her shoes 🤦🏼‍♀️ There was a million other things I wanted to say in that moment but literally my mind went blank.

Taylor made me feel so at home and so special Sunday night and it’s definitely something I’ll never forget. I’m so thankful for this opportunity that I never imagined could ever happen to me. I’m also sooo thankful for all the new friends I met and got to experience this with. ❤️

#los angeles secret session #LA secret sessions #secret session #secret sessions #reputation secret sessions #rep secret sessions #~#10.22.17

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randomliven · 4 years

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Warning extra long post

COMPLETE EPISODE SPOILER

Ep3. Holy Ghost

My fav ep

Edit: adding rewatch x2

*Opening at Uncs funeral. Leti is just numb.

*1955

*3people broke in

*white people always watching

*Leti owe Ruby money

(Tho leti didnt tell Ruby where the money came from, in ep 1 she said she wanted a house for them)

*our house

* riot after negro couple moves in

13rooms. Safe haven

*Im about to apply to marshal fields again, i need to perfect my resume

* Could be a chance for us to bond as sister

* im taking the biggest room

*Has an elevator

*Almost decapitates her

*Hyp starts to rip uncs fav book

Just numb

*Dee almost sets up her dads place mat

*Hyp flips the 2nd cup back down like unc did

*Its been weeks

*Tic Checks on drunk daddy

*He sees the count book next to moms pic

* tic "I got ya kid" throws water on montrose face.

Ive heard about it so much, i even dreamed i was there with you.

LOOK AT MONTROSE FACE

Unc always told the story of the mysterious stranger

(Tic did kno about the story) (tho rose never told the story, tic already knew it)

*yellow

Is rose just a drunk or does he drink for a reason

*They lied to hyp

*White folk got magic on they side Too

* hippolyta cant do shit

*Tic reacts to roses anger

*Colored elevator repair men are hard to find

*Baldwin

The lady in the room who says dance studio (she prob somebody)

*Moving in on a sunday while everyone at church

*hit the numbers

*Three weeks after uncs funeral

*Tic going back to florida

"Told my boss i i would be gone a couple days, that was a month ago"

(Tic DID HAVE a JOB)

*The white folk starts the horns (the three

*Police just pass by like they see nothing

(Sooo that shit didnt irritate the other white neighbors who had to also deal with it)

A whole nother day with the horns

Them hands. That face. Who ever did that application

*Black granny...

We fear them but they are warning us

*The boiler over heating

*Black folk dont go exploring thumps in the basement

*Bare traps. Bird cage. Anatomy doll

Leti brave as Fuc, watching that thing bump

*calls tic

I believe you but i say its the neighbors

(Panic room) cant hear anything. Theres also a drain.

Same tactics used in north korea.

Micheal "he go by Martin now"

He was dating. White woman, made him marry a colored one.

Ruby in red.. (Christina in red)

Black folk love to feed the depressed

Unc always left the cups down

Just being foolish

Black folk dont play with oojuie board

" will i have a good trip" "no"

George is dead

Hyp hears whispers from the oracial

Tree lies about being with leti

Tic being staying rent free

Bruh you was about to leave

"Is you or is you aint my baby"

Them nostrils flaring

"Jus wanted to feel something"

Lost her virginity during a party on the bathroom sink

Leti cries.

"If more colored folk thought like me"

Burning a cross in the yard

*Leti is Over It All

*Black men unite and protect

*Sirens

*Throws the bat

*Ruby knows to take the guns

*Cover leti

*Drop to they knees

*Lancaster takes leti

Got all these complaints from the neighbor

But none from leti. 21 times

*Lancaster starts to ask about what leti knows about the house, cuz he knows its background.

*Start throwing her around the car

We found the body parts of 8 nigg buried in the basement.

Leti puts the pieces together

White demon

Sees the connection

Installment contact

Still got some of the money mama left

Least mama didnt pretend

"Look out for leti first "

Thought you were a fuck up but really you were just qfucked up

Hyp got a womans intuition

Leti connects the dots

Tic like ok

Experimenting on humans

Lancaster kidnapping black folk for Epstein

(Love how they believed)

I needed to feel something

Monsters. Spells. Georges death. I died too.

Stake my claim in it

The white folk always watching

Black folk can use magic too

Protect yo house

Mama was a hustler who believed in during her research

White boys breaking in

White boys go into the room where the oracial was

Chanting in Creole

Fuc yo protection

Possession

Just EVERYTHING about the scene

YOU ARE NOT DEAD YET

Together we ARE STRONG

(JOURNEE did that)

Leti gives Ruby the recognition of inspiration

"Have you heard about your three neighbors who have went missing?"

The fresh bodies in the tunnel... Plenty bones

Does leti know or naw?

Tic seeing Xtina at the realtor..

Realizes tina is behind it all.

Tina looks kinda nervous

(I dont think she has the mark of caine yet)

Invulnerability.

The language of adam "ability to name"

(Did he plan to like shoot her for real)

Power play (opening the window)

Wanna kno more just call

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