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          There’s a puzzle I work on endlessly And I’ve got the sides and all the corners; but there’s a space. Lost some pieces I can’t replace.

lyric sc // @inferuxs // accepting!

        The break room offers no respite from the stench and feel of Virginia’s unrelenting humidity. Most of the professors ( assistant, tenured even adjuncts ) find themselves in front of the many fans that blow thick air — with freshly-brewed drip coffee in hand, as might be expected. 

        Jaqen is no different, periodically taking sips from a small styrofoam cup.

        His co-worker finds him amidst the crowd and they converse amicably. However, a darker turn of subject transpires, and Jaqen finds the corners of his lips turning downwards in pity. He knows of emptiness; he knows of emptiness intimately — more than everyone in the room combined. But, of course, they are not aware.

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        “ A man offers an ear, should a woman ever feel the need to speak privately. She knows this.” 

 

R U L E

INDEPENDENT
JAQEN H'GHAR
OF GRRM'S
A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE.

Y O U R

LOW ACTIVITY.
MULTI-EVERYTHING.
#INFERUXS

F A C E.

PLEASE READ
LINKS 02., 04., AND 06.
BEFORE INTERATCION.