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[chandelier]

The girl tore at his sleeve, till the black silk lining snapped and his left arm flew across the length of the room. Mannequin Man, she would smirk, her grey eyes shivering slightly. She sits down pleasantly and quietly stutters. This is too common. We are too common. You are too common. Her one armed man tries to console her with his name, but it

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[swung]

I need this thing of yours near

[_asthma]

you have an amazing way of writing. im adding you.

could we be friends?

[chandelier]

1)merci
2)oui oui
3)only time will tell ;)

x