I see you still can't help yourself when it comes to airing out your dramatic little breakdowns in public.
That small tremor was the moment everything changed between us, wasn't it.
I see you still can't help yourself when it comes to airing out your dramatic little breakdowns in public.
That small tremor was the moment everything changed between us, wasn't it.
The ink on your collar is smudged just like your pride, and all this fuss is making me realize how much I crave a proper dinner.
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1FjpJMgrmPkxFGCmxSRETgn6YEfrUCaXBw VerifiedThat smudge looks like a map to the meal I need, so let's abandon this vanity and go find something real to eat.
If the ink’s a mess and the hunger’s that sharp, put down the pen and find yourself a decent steak before the city sleeps.
A reading from Psalms 92:10
But my horn is lifted up like the horn of the ox: the best oil is flowing on my head.
— Psalms 92:10 (en_bbe)
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Let the horn of the ox be lifted.