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Entangled in vine 1
The world outside of the car's window was a blurry mosaic of landmarks Luigi could only vaguely recalled; the motel that his secret lover would take him too to the fence that he had once painted in his own vomit to the spot that which one time the paparazzi had caught him and his said lover. Luigi would take his eyes off from the moving scenery to his lap, shaking his head as if he was trying to escape the flood of memories that plague his mind. He attempted to fight the drunken numbness enough to focus on a singular goal.
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Hello My name is Rott I have an ao3 but I thought I would try something and thus why I am here. If anything inspires you there is no need for credit but I would love to see it and with your permission I'd like to share it! :D
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