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    I Memorized you, Four. Every Sound, Every Look, Every Fucking Habit.
  
    
  
    Obsidian laced with silver. gold so heavy it’ll crown or kill.
  
    
  
    He got a bullet for every minute spent away from Four’s pussy
  
    
  
    I Was Standing On The Edge of Love
  
    
   
   
 
 
