Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months. And then, one not-so-very special day, I went to my typewriter, I sat down, and I wrote our story. A story about a time, a story about a place, a story about the people. But above all things, a story about love. A love that will live forever.
*sniffs* Yes, I can remember every single line word for word.
I wanted to shut out what Toulouse had said, but he had filled me with doubt. And there was only one way to be sure. I had to know. So I returned to the Moulin Rouge, one...last...time...
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"He's got huge talent"
I can sing songs from Moulin Rouge and scare my friends... XD
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You like good movies and music, add me now? *runs off to watch moulin rouge*
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*sniffs* Yes, I can remember every single line word for word.
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add me?
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Sorry, wrong David...
"White boys falling on the fires of night" That's better.
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