every time she burns to ashes
Numbers upon numbers, shared amongst briefcases and messages, and the youth, who’d found an assortment of her own again, was only happy to share. If it was one step closer to their goal, of finding or discovering who the murderer was, then why not? The amount of minds pooled together here would certainly figure things out amongst themselves. Her eyes to the briefcase, but the youth would let Oliver take the credit for placing things within. “Hm, can you try 6, 7, then 3?” Maybe that would be the correct way? The girl was uncertain if the combination had to be formed in order, or just a bunch of assembled notions.
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Melita shares her numbers!
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Melita shares her numbers!
she knows how to rise again
Melita
