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                                                    Frank & Isla 

                                                  {{Listen here}}

I see my pretty face in his old eyes. I listen to our blood run side by side. I throw my hands to you. I runaway. It's so cold, so dangerous that I can't stay.

01. Pretty Face - Sóley

02. Come Around - Rosi Golan

03. Get Up - Barcelona

04. Bel Air - Lana Del Rey

05. Three Wishes - The Pierces

06. Dreams - The Cranberries

07. Think Twice - Groove Armada 

08. Toxic - Yaël Naïm 

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*sighs*

I meant my office, not the town.

Slow Day || Open

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*shrugs*

That's the way of the world.

Need a drink || Grace & Frank

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Slow Day || Open

It's too damn quiet around here.

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I run the paper. So all this hooplah is actually perfect for me.

Need a drink || Grace & Frank

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*chuckles*

You've got a point. How are you getting on?

Need a drink || Grace & Frank

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Ones where I can almost guarantee nothing crazy is gong to happen. When you get to be my age, you just want to relax a little.

Need a drink || Grace & Frank

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*chuckles*

I guess it pays to have frequented here since it opened up ten years ago. And to be on good terms with the boss.

Need a drink || Frank & Kerry

Are you some sort of star customer? I mean, I come here enough and the most I’ve ever recieved is an extra drink on my birthday.

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Statements from an Opium Addled Mind

She said yes...

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"What kind of question is that?" He chuckled as he kept his eyes on hers. He always wished that they could have met under different circumstances, but they had to deal with what life had thrown at them and make the best of it.

He pulled them towards the couch in his office, sitting down and pulling her onto his lap. "I've been busy as usual, no rest when you're running the paper." He winked before leaning in and kissing her again.

"What about you?"

Intrigue (Flashback) || Frank & Constance

Constance felt her skin flush the second Frank pulled her against him, realizing it had been far too long since she the last time she’d been there. Raising a hand to the man’s cheek, she smiled for a moment, her hand lingering as she looked at him. “I hate what the place symbolizes.”

Frank Willow was a spot of solace in the pit of misery that Constance seemed to wallow in. She didn’t have to be “Constance Burgh,” wife of a man who feigned success, and mother of two sons who despised their parents. She could be swept up into a moment, where not an ailment existed.

“You look tired, have you been taking care of yourself?” she said, ignoring his question.

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*shrugs*

It really depends on the party, I guess.

Need a drink || Grace & Frank

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