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[x_falloutgirl_x]

Your warm lips against mine. Your fingernails are almost five times the size of those on my hand. You complain of sore eyes and a blocked nose. I can tell by your voice, that I have kindly shared my cold and sickness with you. So we lock ourselves in my room away from the others, with only a lamp as our light. Me in my black fir coat and you,

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game no. 2

[teenage_brat]

run to jake > kiss jake > kiss jake some more > do not compete in any other games but this > as this is the game of love

Re: game no. 2

[x_falloutgirl_x]

And the game of love is the best game of all. Damn scary anonymous stalkers.

Re: game no. 2

[teenage_brat]

ummmmmmmmmiloveyou

Re: game no. 2

[x_falloutgirl_x]

Rockabilly rebels? Bahahah. ahh hahha. bahahha. and hahah.

[i_of_the_radio]

what's a hulligan?

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hey cumberdale

[xblack_heartsx]

EEUWW. hubert cumberdale!, you smell like soot and poo *tear*

[_bj_]

ive got a fish c-cooking in the oven...if anyones interested