#boysinthebackroom

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boysinthebackroom replied to your post:boysinthebackroom replied to your post:so my...

you want me to break into the irish president’s house on an empty stomach?

i don't want you to break into the president's house at all sasha

but you make a good point, i'll make sure my sister refines her baking skills okay

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boysinthebackroom replied to your post:so my sister tried to bake some cookies earlier...

ciana is this the food i’m gonna be provided with when i come to dublin

hey who said you were gonna be fed

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WE'RE GONNA BEAT UP THE UGLY-ASS PRESIDENT OF IRELAND TO STEAL PETER O'TOOLE'S ASHES (pUBLISH THIS)

that's a bit harsh bUT EH WHAT THE HELL

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go to hell ciana

sorry did i say something wrong ??

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(it's sasha i'm on the wrong account bUT GEORGE/KAY LMAOOOOOO) ♠

"George." Kay reached out to slap his wandering hands away. She had been in the kitchen, cleaning up after dinner, when she felt his familiar presence behind her. She should have been expecting it, really. It was George, after all. "George Gershwin, I swear--" She spoke again as she turned around to face him. She sighed, placing both her hands against his chest. "When are you going to learn to behave yourself?"

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"I don't need your pity."

"I want to help you Greg, and I wish you wouldn’t think of it like that." Betty’s voice was soft and quiet as she reached a hand out towards her dear friend. "Now come on, let me take you back to the house, alright?"