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๐๐ป. ๐๐ช๐๐ธ๐ป๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐ (๐ฒ๐ซ;๐๐๐๐๐๐) ๐๐๐๐๐๐ (๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐) ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ (๐ฐ๐๐ฃ๐ข ๐ฅ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ข ๐ค๐๐ฏ๐๐ค๐ข) ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ฎ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ถ๐๐๐ (๐ฆ๐ซ๐ฑ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฌ๐ฏ) ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ (๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ : โโโโ | ๐๐๐๐๐๐ : โโโโ | ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐) ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ (๐ญ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ซ, ๐ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ฆ๐ , ๐ฅ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐๐ฉ)


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they work alongside one another in companionable silence for a long time, getting the better part of one shop cubicle completely soundproofed before frank deems that they should take a break. he slides to the floor in the concourse and looks over at poe. he thinks of donnie then, the boy who had shared his sandwich with frank. and then later frank saved his life. that feels like a lifetime ago. Don't know what you're looking for, but I'm not it. poe had been just as hard to scare away, and now here they were. ]
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good call. [ It was a simple enough word to sign in a long way.
Working together in silence reminded him of those times he helped his father on the ranch with the field generators. They always worked in their shared silence. If Faith couldn't scare him away after Frank telling him who he really was. Poe would keep coming back, being persistent. He sits down next to Frank while putting his pack in between his legs opening it up to take out a couple of sandwiches wrapped carefully in napkins and a few varied of fruits. ] I'm not really sure what the fruits are. [ He gives a small sheepish smile with a shrug. It wasn't too frustrating that he was learning still. ]
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