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American Horror Story's

Elsa Mars


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Trigger Warning!

Written by: Dana

Since: Dec 29, 2014

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Huffing, the older woman’s expression turned more serious. “You’re not taking drugs to this place. You told me you would have stopped — what’s the deal now, huh? Just because you’re not feeling well now? Drug aren’t the answer to your problem.”

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       ”Mierda,“ The brunette cursed under her breath, shaking her head as she did so. "If you do not want drugs here, I will go back to my home. Although, I do think the empty bottles smashed everywhere around this place are bad enough, no?” She spat, reaching for a full one and popping the cork out of it, taking a long swig. “Everybody has their vices, Elsa. What’s so wrong with mine?”

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      “Vices? Your vice is a dangerous addiction. I don’t want any drugs here, alright? You don’t even have a clue what can happen when you get drugged.” For a moment, the blonde’s thoughts wandered back to the moment that destroyed her life – before she glanced at the girl with a stern expression. “No. Drugs. This is my place and you’ll follow my rules.”

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