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Music Monday, WIP/Moodboard Wednesday & Ask Meme

Tagged by @imogenkol @socially-awkward-skeleton @direwombat @aceghosts @inafieldofdaisies and @lulu2992

Tagging @voidika @raresvtm @josephseedismyfather @noodlecupcakes @cloudofbutterflies92 @cassietrn @adelaidedrubman @derelictheretic @icecutioner @shallow-gravy @strangefable @statichvm @carlosoliveiraa @g0dspeeed @wrathfulrook @starsandskies @ladyoriza @la-grosse-patate @thewanderer-000 @omen-speaker @alypink @shellibisshe @josephslittledeputy @skoll-sun-eater @afarcryfrommymain @strafethesesinners @turbo-virgins @florbelles @minilev @justasmolbard @yokobai and @seedsplease + anyone else who'd like to join.

More Hazbin Hotel music for The UnTitledverse, The Silver Chronicles and Life, Despair & Monsters, a WIP Wednesday for The UnTitledverse and The Silver Chronicles, with a snippet of a Far Cry 5 WIP that begins my contribution to Faithburary (where posts in relation to Far Cry 5 focus on Faith Seed) with my Bloodborne AU WIP, in addition to a moodboard and my answers to a "Life Update" Ask Meme. Read below:

Although Silva and Mercy love each other very dearly, there is a gap between them in Old Dusk, most notably the fact Silva had not gotten over the travesty of the Collapse, especially when it comes to her losing out on a life she wanted to have so dearly, and although she's been getting better by the time of Old Dusk, she's still a bit... disconnected for lack of a better term. In Old Dusk, Silva and Mercy manage to bridge the gap, especially when it comes clear to Silva her family needs her, now more than ever. Listen below:

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"You didn't know that when I tried this all before My dreams were too hard to defend And in the end, I won't lose it all again Now you're the only thing worth fighting for

More than anything, more than anything I'll shelter and adore you more than anything."

"Mamá*, I don't need you to protect me from this." "I just don't want you to be crushed by them like- like I was."

"Mamá... When I was young, I didn't really know you at all I always felt so small But I heard your stories and I was enthralled The tales about your lofty dreams, I listened breathlessly Imagining it could be me So in the end, it's the view I had of you That showed me dreams can be worth fighting for

More than anything, more than anything I need to save my people more than anything."

"I've been dyin' to find out who you are." "I've been waiting, wanting the same thing." "Looks like the apple doesn't fall far." "Took you a while." "I've missed that smile."

"All that I'm hopin', now that my eyes are open Is that we can start again, not be pulled apart again 'Cause in the end, you are part of who I am!"

"I'll support your dreams, whatever lies in store!" "And who could ask for more?"

"More than anything ("More than anything!") More than anything ("More than anything!") I'm grateful you're my hija* more than anything!" ("I'm grateful you're my madre* more than anything!")

"More than anything!"

[* Changed "dad" to "mom", or rather "mamá", for obvious reasons (Silva is a woman)... also since this is a household include Spanish speakers, it'd be reasonable that the family members (specifically Silva whose first language is Spanish and Mercy who'd likely picked up Spanish from Silva and Azriel, in addition to Faith) would replace commonly used English words with their Spanish equivalent]

I, for one, will be willing to admit that "Welcome To Heaven" is my least favorite Hazbin Hotel song. Like "bottom of the barrel" least favorite in the entire show. So I've only dedicated a small section of it for my Love Death + Robots WIP, Ruins of the Midnight Rise which solely focuses on Sir Enigma Malvolio being a deranged menace to the multiverse. This song specifically is dedicated to the Season 3 episode "Swarm" which Malvolio and Uni just increase the nightmare fuel of, despite the chapter acting as a paradise.

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"Gosh, I'm so pleased to show some outsiders around After you see our realm, you'll never wanna go back down!"

"Of course, it is just temporary I'm sorry you can't stay!"

"'Cause every sing day in Heaven is a happy day Welcome to Heaven, yeah!"

Last song is for my Hazbin Hotel WIP Smile Tunes, and is dedicated to the court scene in Heaven, where the Seraphim and attending angels all hear out Charlie for her plan of redeeming sinners like Angel Dust, Baxter and Sir Pentious. And in addition to them, returning Kingsley to Heaven. However, it not only becomes abundantly clear that the angels do not intend on hearing her out, like Adam and Sera, but the hierarchy is deliberately designed to ensure sinners in Hell stay there. To make matters worse, Charlie and Vaggie discover a key factor in their growing unease around Kingsley. Of course, Charlie won't be taking Heaven's blatant hypocrisy lightly, firing back with her own ferocity.

[CW: Minor reference to Sexual Themes described in a derogatory way by an unlikable antagonistic character]

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"But she was right, Sera She showed us a soul can improve He saw the light, Sera Checked all the boxes that you said would Prove a person deserves a second chance Now we turn our backs, no second glance?"

"It's not as simple as you think Not everything is spelled in ink."

"It's not fair, Sera!" "Careful, Charlie, keep a cool head."

"No! Don't you care, Sera? That just because someone is dead It doesn't mean they can't resolve to change their ways Turn the page, escape infernal blaze!"

"I'm sure you wish it could be so But there's a lot that you don't know!"

"What are we even talkin' about? Some crack-whore who fucked up already He blew his shot, like the cocks in his mouth This discussion is senseless and petty!"

"There's no question to be posed He's unholy, case closed Did you forget that Hell is forever?"

"A man only lives once We'll see you in one month Gotta say I can't wait to- ("Adam...") -Come down and exterminate you!"

"Wait! ("Shit!") What are you saying? Let me get this straight You go down there and kill those poor souls?"

"You didn't know?" "Whoops!" "Guess the cat's out of the bag!" "What's the big deal?"

"Sera, tell me that you didn't know!" "I thought, since I'm older, it's my load to shoulder ("No!") You have to listen It was such a hard decision I wanted to save you The anguish it takes to Do what was required!"

"To think that I admired you Well, I don't need your condescension I'm not a child to protect Was talk of virtue just pretension? Was I too naive to expect you To heed the morals you're purveying?"

"That's what the fuck I've been saying!"

"If Hell is forever, then Heaven must be a lie ("Emily!") If angels can do whatever, and remain in the sky The rules are shades of grey when you don't do as you say When you make the wretched suffer just to kill them again!"

Here's a small snippet for Class A before Amasawa embraces her inner-menace and gives an unfortunate Katsuragi the experience of the nine stages of grief all in one interaction in the Classroom Of The Elite AU where Matsuo had sent Amasawa and Yagami with Ayanokōji to the First Year of ANHS because he took pity on them while they were all happened to be in Atsuomi's mansion. Read Amasawa's antics below:

The student Totsuka referred to, of course, was that of one of Class 1-A's girls; Amasawa Ichika.

Although her physical prowess and academic skills were exceptional and drove home her worthiness of being in Class 1-A, it was becoming increasingly clear she was becoming more isolated due to her boisterous personality and habit of encroaching boundaries, in addition to her frustrating neutrality in their Class A's splitting factions.

Kōhei recognized that having Amasawa apart of his faction could boost his chances of being recognized as more of a worthy leader than Sakayanagi, especially with one of the top students on his side.

However, according to Totsuka and Machida, all attempts to convert her to their side have been met with refusal. Albeit, Kōhei was unsure if there was a certain degree of bias in their statements; although both were met with a refusal, Totsuka seemed to have had taken it more personally than Machida, outright vocalizing his displeasure with the girl.

Regardless, they were running out of time in converting her. Sooner or later, Sakayanagi would make her move on Amasawa; Kōhei had noticed Yamamura making an effort in keeping an eye on the girl, and returning her findings back to Sakayanagi's close second, Kamuro.

And if Amasawa were to join Sakayanagi's faction, then that meant losing another advantage in maintaining Class A's focus on most important goal acquiring more class points and ensuring they are not demoted.

Kōhei did not wish to have the class follow Sakayanagi's more radical methods of keeping ahead of the rest of the classes. He suspected she likely could care less about the classes position. And that wouldn't for him, especially with the efforts the rest of his peers have put in to get to this rank.

He observed as Amasawa stretched out, leaning back against her chair, a wide grin across her lips with eyes closed. All of their female peers made the choice to avoid the general proximity of the girl, and not even his fellow male peers made an effort to speak to the girl.

Even the likes of Hashimoto didn't brave into such waters.

Sighing, Kōhei decided he'd reach out to the girl himself, offer her the chance of a place in his faction before Sakayanagi can whisk the opportunity away.

Standing up from his seat, he gestured Totsuka and Machida to remain in their own, before he made his way towards Amasawa.

The girl seemed to be none the wiser of his approach, though in this school, and this class specifically, Kōhei knew it was likely a front.

He paused at the front of her desk, his large stature towering over her by a lot. Amasawa was not a very tall girl; she was far shorter than the rest of them. Though he deduced it was because she was a year younger than all of them.

He cleared his throat to gain her attention. After a short few seconds, she peeked open one eye, revealing a gradient dark-red iris.

Looking him up and down, Amasawa closed her eye, bring her arms down to her desk as she rested one of her hands onto her chin, both eyes opened as she observed Kōhei with a grin he knew held no politeness.

A snippet for the FC5 Bloodborne AU, where Vicar Faith, after nearly being executed by her brothers, had been taken by Priestess Lillith and her Witch Coven to the Misery where they do wicked witchcraft, plus a little moodboard: [CW: Minor description of gore]

The Misery had once been a dock where boats stocked up on supplies and transported mining goods to what had once been Catamount Industrial... although that was a very long time ago, before minerals dried up and left the dock behind.

It was then bought up by Eden's Gate when the Project arrived to the county, one of the few buildings available for purchase, even if it was ill-advised by the Chief Hunter himself. However, Faith's brothers had apparently persisted, and transformed the rundown dock into what became "the Misery".

Eden's Gate did not own the dock for very long; from what Faith found out, a few years before she joined, the Misery invited unfortunate incident after unfortunate incident; faithful went missing, a priestess found dead, multiple engineer failures, flooding and eventually the Misery attracted the beasts attention, leading the unfortunate souls maintaining the dock to be cornered in a death trap.

After such incidents, the Project abandoned the Misery, seeking out outposts with more open space and further exit routes. Leading to the Misery to be ignored, unnoticed by all. Perhaps that's why these witches sort it as the perfect sanctuary for their dark craft.

She observed the passing and goings of other women; young and old, short and tall, personalities differing from grim to lively to serene. Multiple women of various backgrounds, of various histories, working together in their shared interests of witchcraft and the dark bidding of unseen masters.

One thing she noticed was universal for the women were the attires they wore; clad in dark dresses and shawls, some with a menagerie of jewelry, others without, but all had a hand bell of some kind on hand.

Another detail she had been doing her best to ignore were the presence of so much eyeballs. Fresh, slimy, sometimes rotting eyeballs.

Some of the witches here had eyeballs stuck to their bells, others strung them to the hems of their dresses or belts, but most were clustered together; either in tight nets hanging around the indoors of the Misery, or in jars on desks.

The dried blood and use of shackled seats the level below had given Faith a faint indication of how those eyes were collected. Further confirmed when she arrived on the top level; the wrapped corpses hanging on hooks outside the Misery, and the stained red scoop spoons sitting on desks of candles, books and illustrations of familiar blood runes.

Faith should have felt sickened, but she had long since gotten accustomed to the smell and sight of gore in her seven year reign as Vicar at the Monastery. It had simply become apart of her life now. Violence and death would always have been apart of her life; whether it be at the Monastery or in the Project.

Faith realized that, had she stayed in Eden's Gate, she could have inherited the Misery; if she had never been given to the Hunter's Monastery as their new Vicar, a lot of things would have been the same and yet different at the same time.

She'd have the Father's approval. She'd be working on how to make the Bliss more efficient (and keeping her Angels away from the disturbing mind of Saint Matilda), and she'd be awaiting inside a bunker of her own once the beasts had all been eradicated and the Collapse came.

Though thinking on what could have been if she merely stayed under Joseph's watchful eye, had he not given her up to his rival, Faith would inevitably be reminded that, if she had stayed with her "family", she would have never met Silva. And that was not a prospect she could comprehend nor would even consider worth thinking further on. No what ifs would ever be as satisfying as being encompassed into the strong arms of her doting lover.

Fate had set its course for her; at least, according to Lillith.

When the next steps entering the top office of the Misery belonged to the Head Coven Priestess herself, Faith was reminded of the saying: "Speak of the devil, and he shall appear."

Though in this case, the devil before her was a woman. Still wearing her horned mask, clad in such detailed and refined black shawls, Faith felt the hair on her neck raise, especially when Lillith's orange eyes glanced towards the Vicar.

She still wasn't sure why Lillith had brought her here for; nor was she able to comprehend just how the older woman even performed such... illusions onto her brothers.

One thing Faith was certain of is that Lillith knew Silva. She wasn't sure if Silva knew the priestess though; her beloved never mentioned Lillith's name before, and she shared a lot with Faith. Sometimes, more than she should have, according to Paul.

And here's my answers to an ask meme I was tagged to answer:

🎧 Last song: "Lucky" - Lucky Twice

🖍️ Favorite color: Blue or Purple.

📚 Last book: The Animator's Survival Kit - Richard Williams

🎥 Last movie: Sonic.

🍜 Sweet/spicy/savory: Savory.

💕 Relationship status: Unchanged Single.

🌐 Last thing I googled: The meaning of savoury (apparently googling "savory" only comes up with "Defined as: The US spelling of savoury").

💓 Current obsession: A collection of things: Arcane: League of Legends, Poppy Playtime, General Grievous and Far Cry 5.

🔮 Looking forward to: Finishing February Prompts for Year of the OTP 2025.

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simplegenius042 · 7 months ago

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WIP Wednesday & Last Line/s

Tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton @noodlecupcakes @voidika @imogenkol @josephseedismyfather @aceghosts and @inafieldofdaisies

Tagging @icecutioner @derelictheretic @shallow-gravy @shellibisshe @direwombat @strangefable @rhettsabbott @josephslittledeputy @cloudofbutterflies92 @skoll-sun-eater @cassietrn @carlosoliveiraa @adelaidedrubman @g0dspeeed @wrathfulrook @afarcryfrommymain @strafethesesinners @turbo-virgins @raresvtm @softtidesworld @starsandskies @ladyoriza @la-grosse-patate @florbelles @titiagls @minilev @yokobai @thewanderer-000 @omen-speaker @justasmolbard @alypink @thesingularityseries and @nightwingshero + anyone else who'd like to join.

Guess who finally got their documents working again! Anyway, WIPs and Last Lines for The UnTitledverse and The Silver Chronicles. Specifically; a WIP for Jurassic World: Before The Storm and The True Sinners, and a Last Line for two Classroom Of The Elite fics and Silva's Hope and No Snake, Only A Boa In The Garden. Kind of a lot, but I've missed this so much. You can find these below the cut:

Here's a WIP for Chapter 2 of Jurassic World: Before The Storm:

Regret.

That is what overcame me when I followed Lisa off the ramp of the ferry.

Once I stood on sturdier ground, the unforgiving heat swept over me quickly.

Lisa had told me to put some summer clothes on; the sleeveless shirt and accompanying short skirt that she had paid for had been her initial suggestion. But I didn’t want to wear those. I didn’t want strangers to see how scrawny and soft I was. And the loose long-sleeve shirt, long baggy pants and my jumper were just too cozy, even if they were more for the colder months.

The uncomfortable temperature had me reconsider if this was a small lapse in judgement.

But no one was paying me much mind, so maybe the clothes helped. If that’s right, then maybe a little heat wouldn’t be so bad.

“Jackie,” Lisa gritted my nickname past her teeth, impatient towards my slow pace. I hadn’t realized that my baggage would be so heavy. I obliged her by picking up the pace.

Though I sped up in pace, Lisa was swifter, and the increasing amount of people clustering together made it more difficult to stay behind her lead.

Luckily the crowd started to dissipate.

I rushed to be by Lisa’s side, lugging my baggage with as much force as I could. The sun lifted an unwanted blanket of hot air over us, and I could not find it in my heart to appreciate the climate. In response to this uncomfortable pressure, I unzipped my jumper. I took a glance at Lisa and found her attention elsewhere.

Here's The True Sinners WIP, where Silva's planning murder while making coffee... but who can blame someone whose recently been kidnapped by the resident ginger soldier:

Jacob dragged Silva through the halls of the old veteran's center, his right hand gripped onto the hem of her dirty coat.

They reached what she assumed to be his office. Jacob opened the door and unceremoniously threw her forward inside. She caught herself from falling, twisting around to face her captor.

He shut the door behind him, the handle's lock clicked in a twist. Jacob crossed his arms as he regarded her, face thinned into a stoic mask.

Blue eyes raked over her disheveled body, specifically how she positioned herself; legs spread apart and slight bent, her left arm spread forward in preparation while her right arm remained closest to her hip, and her dull grey eyes glaring at him. Focused.

He sharply exhaled through his nose, almost like a whistling snort. He leaned against the wall next to the door, eyes on her. Silva didn't drop her guard, not even when he gestured over to a small table.

"Coffee," Jacob tells her. Silva remained in her stance, though confusion did etch across her face.

Jacob gestured once more to the small table. Silva hesitated, eyed Jacob's stature. She took a brief glance over to the table, not enough to lose Jacob in her peripheral though, and opted not to change her stance either, just in case.

She spotted a kettle and some paper cups, and what she assumed to be a jar of grounded coffee beans.

She swiftly placed her eyes back onto him, uncertainty and anticipation brewing within her. Jacob must have noticed, as he stated, "Get yourself a cup of coffee. And if you get one for me, I might be open to explaining your purpose here."

Her eyes narrowed, but refrained from speaking. Silva wasn't sure what his game was. She focused past him to the office door.

She silently exhaled, taking small steps toward the table, grey eyes always on Jacob in case he made any sudden moves.

Once she planted a gloved hand on the small tabletop, she gave one more glare towards him before reluctantly turning her back to him.

With an ear out for any inconspicuous movements Jacob could make, Silva quickly pressed a knuckle against the kettle. Finding it lukewarm, she flicked down the switch.

She dared another glance at Jacob while the kettle heated up, only to stiffen when their stares connected. A palish blue invading her dull grey. A contrast to the sharp grey of Father and the pale hazel of Paul.

He was a militar man. The green forest jacket with the Americana flag was enough to tip her off when they first met, but the ambush... the training grounds of the veteran center had all confirmed her suspicion.

She had been unprepared when she fought back during the raid, only managing to catch him off guard with an admittedly surprised hit, but nothing that could have incapacitated him with his support running at her.

But now they were alone... and once she heard the rising whistle, she twisted her fingers around the handle of her new weapon.

Here's four Last Lines, two each for The UnTitledverse and The Silver Chronicles.

The first Last Line is for a Classroom Of The Elite chapter in The UnTitled Stories (a collection of short fics). Ayanokoji and Horikita have lunch together:

"So," I had paused to swallow down the crumbed fish before I asked you, "The first step is to rehabilitate the failures?"

It hadn't been an unsound plan. In fact it was quite logical, which made sense, in hindsight.

"If you've grasped that, you can guess what I'm about to propose," you had told me, and you were correct. The implication was as easy to notice like a car speeding down a crossing.

My initial response was to decline. The word 'no' was on the tip of my mouth, but I refrained. I took a glance at you, and reconsidered my reply.

Knowing you thus far, you would never have allowed me to get as close as you'd already let me back then if I had rejected your proposal. You had made sound points and made your intentions clear. While I had no ambition to reach Class A, as it had not been my goal, you were a curious oddity that I wanted to learn more about. And helping you meant getting one step closer to the answer I sought.

So, I made the only acceptable answer.

"Okay, I'll help."

"I thought you'd say-," you had paused mid-sentence, my words being swiftly picked apart in your mind as you realized what I had said, "Wait, seriously?"

"Dead serious," I parroted your words back. I'd imagine the look of momentary shock should have been amusing, though I couldn't find much humor in the displace as my chopsticks picked up the rest of my crumbed fish.

The second Last Line/s is for a "What If?" Classroom Of The Elite scenario where Amasawa and Yagami went with Ayanokoji to the school. Anyway, have Class D's reaction to the trio:

As Ayanokoji began to depart from his desk, he paused. Horikita heard him let out a sigh, and much to her confusion, dropped his bag on top of his desk.

"What are you-?" Horikita wanted to question, but Ayanokoji soon interrupted her.

"Accepting my fate," he disclosed, not with much emotion, but certainly not his regular monotone.

Horikita blinked at him, shaking her head in confusion, "Huh?"

Ayanokoji only pointed toward Class 1-D's door in response. She turned her gaze toward it, the sliding door left ajar by the few students who left for break. She wasn't sure why...

She stopped her thoughts when she heard it; the rushing steps of someone fast approaching. It wasn't until a familiar magenta-haired fiend slid in front of the door way, cast her gradient dark-red eyes onto her target and propelled herself inside the classroom at such unnatural speed.

"Senpai~!" the twin-tailed girl cheered out as she threw herself at Ayanokoji, who (reluctantly) welcomed her with deflated open arms. The girl tackled Ayanokoji, the force causing both of them to crash to the floor. The ruckus caught the remainder of Class D's attention.

Before Horikita could process what she just witnessed, she heard another rush of footsteps towards the doorway, but this one slowed down to reveal the second of Ayanokoji's companions; a boy with brown hair and green eyes, softly panting and non-discreetly leaning against the frame to recover from the chase.

The third Last Line/s is for Silva's Hope, and Silva gets a short break and a new friend:

"Hey, Dep, so... you hungry?" Boshaw asked, fidgeting with the beer bottle in his hand. Silva glanced at him, raising a brow, "I was gonna heat up the leftover pizza I had in my fridge, and since you're crashing the place, I'm just wondering if you want some."

He seemed anxious, giving her a forced smile as he awaited her answer. At the mention of food, the rumbling pain in her gut demanded she attend to its needs. Silva blew out a relenting exhale.

"Honestly Boshaw... I'd love some pizza," she told him, and she saw how his brown eyes lightened up; like how Elsa was given permission to do a dangerous stunt or Hurk given the go-ahead to blow a Peggie chopper out of the sky. Or given the thumbs up to set something ablaze.

With that reminder, she quickly added, "As long as it's not reheated with your flamethrower. Understood Boshaw?"

Boshaw blew out a playful huff as he stood up on the trailer's roof, "Nah, I learnt my lesson last time I did that. Gets too charred. Don't worry, I've got a microwave laying about inside. And ya can call me Sharky, Dep."

Silva chewed the inside of her cheek, but after some thinking, couldn't see the harm of calling him by his preferred name, "Alright Sharky... as long as you call me Silva. I'm doing a lot more than what's in a deputy's paycheck. Deal?"

She opened out a gloved hand for him to shake on, and it lightened her mood to see the wide cheerful grin as he took her hand, and managed to pull her up onto her two feet, "You've got a deal there, Silva."

The final Last Line/s is for No Snake, Only A Boa In The Garden, and have a crumb of Hudson and Pratt content... as they chat waiting for a passed-out Coroner!Silva to wake up:

Watching how quietly [Silva] slept on as Pratt had loudly chugged down his coffee, Joey couldn't disagree with Pratt's comment, regardless of how ill-mannered the jest was.

She's almost like a corpse, she conceded, frowning at the soft breathes she could barely see part their coroner's lips, the egg-shaped timer ticking beside the dark-haired woman's head, within arm-length.

"Hudson, you need to relax. She's a grown woman, remember? She's made the decision to deal with her personal issues herself," Pratt yapped on, and shared a thought, "Not the best way to deal with any issue, true, but it really isn't up to us to interfere if it hasn't affected her job thus far. Besides, you've got to admit she's a bit fun when she's tipsy. Night-outs are never short of entertaining when she's around. Cheeky and funny, too."

Joey gave Pratt a deadpan look, and sighed, "I don't know Pratt. You ever wonder why she drinks though? It worries me. We're pretty much the only ones here she goes out of her way to talk to, with exception to Earl. And she's just cooped up in here, surrounded by... death."

She gestured around the morgue, to the units housing whatever bodies were brought in this week. Once again, she settled her gaze on the deep bags under Silva's eyes, a combined result of the coroner's known insomnia and the amount of effort in she puts to stretch herself thin in overworking herself. Joey huffed, a somberness in her voice, "It's so... isolating. She never shares anything outside her personal life either, and we're the closest people to friends that she's got. It's not normal."

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