i'm not your friend. i don't give a shit about you. you're just a nobody, nothing, punk-ass kid.
ind. bullet of amc's the killing.
private as hell. low activity.

skintheft    *  cody.

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           it crosses the entire length of the apartment without looking at bullet, preoccupied by the state of its shirt, and digs its hands into clothes that aren’t its to find something to steal. it changes into a button up, found smooth and folded.   and who they messin with? 

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finds what she was looking for    (    among a lot of things she wasn’t    )    and sparks the flame,  pulling the joint from behind her ear to light.     “     someone that’ll  bury  their stupid asses.     ”     it hits  smooth,  and she gives the smoke time to settle in her lungs before exhaling.     “     you ever been in a fight ?    a real one.    ain’t talkin’ ‘bout no cat fight,  but actually  throwin’  hands.     ”