text, u kno

( sometimes reaching out to text zoya feels a little bit like signing on his death warrant — in which case, he marches the plank with a merry pep in his step. never before has the idea of being beaten mercilessly with jaunts and teases been quite so pleasurable, as when coming from the mouth ( or, in this case, fingers ) of his favorite co-conspirator. )

Nazyalensky, there's a party at my house ( """house""" ) this weekend, and I do so humbly request your sunshine to brighten up an otherwise painfully aristocratic event.
I promise both wine and entertainment, and I'll buy your dress if it gets you to come.
Shall we go shopping tonight?

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