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*&&: dciphering.

           it’s not often that squalo, of all people, finds himself at a total loss 
           for words —– if at all. but this time around, there is an exception
           made. he’s uncertain as to who ( or what ) he’s looking at, to be fr-
           ank; and after a long moment’s pause ( coupled with a furrowing of
           his brow, and a tempt to, perhaps, discern this information on his
           own ), his lips finally part to pose a single question.

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         ❛———- what the fuck are you?







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