( seeing the words "you've done well, jinx" is like drinking a warm cup of milk and cozying up in blankets by the fireplace. a sensation she will never grow weary over, if anything, to thirst more of. nothing can top the praise given by her father and her sister. )
dont i always?
( she'll throw her cockiness in those letters in hope to mask over the small delay between their messages. )
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dont i always?
( she'll throw her cockiness in those letters in hope to mask over the small delay between their messages. )