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♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥. It's a part of me now. This scene is a big guy for me, and taking over my brain must have been a part of it's plan. Of course, Bravo Nolan you're a real human being and a true detective. I don't know what to do anymore. I wake up in the middle of the night and immediately yell FOR YOU! I just can't help it. Every dream I can remember for the past 6 months has had to do with this ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ scene. Even if it's just the faintest sound of the plane. Oh my God. Please save me. Somebody. I can't take it. My life is crashing with no survivors.
Donate money, or even a manual typewriter to me, FOR YOUR ONLY HOPE FOR A FUTURE!!
Good day ma'am.
Also I PM'd you. Take a look and lmk what you think.
Date: 1850
Language: English
Currency: Pound sterling (£)
TeamSpeak 3: 158.69.212.209:10055
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