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Tweak says, "he was debauched & desperate"

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Oliver. King. ([info]cyprian) wrote in [info]bellumlogs,
"I don't know", he confessed with a seethe. All frustration, fear, and anger. Knuckles ran back into his hair, so tense they were white against all that black.

It was a feeling that Trenton wasn't familiar with, this well of fear bubbling up the base of his spine. A temperature gauge crawling toward it's own rupture. He didn't know what to do or think about what had happened to him, and what made him think this stranger could understand?

Trenton stood from the couch suddenly and stepped toward the door. "I don't know what I'm saying, forget it."

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