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@going-simmingly has adorable sims and I love them all
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@going-simmingly has adorable sims and I love them all
Nothing hurt more than leaving, it burned through her skin and wrapped around her heart.
She was gutted, her heart removed and wrapped up nice and neat with a bow and presented to her lover - her enemy. She hated it, hated every moment of standing there, her eyes wide and round, her mind racing, trying to think of anything to make this stop.
The pavement of the empty lot cut into her knees, and the gun at her forehead was head by a man with steady hands.
Joan looked up. Moriarty’s lip curled, a bluff - her hair fluttered at the back of her neck and her eyes were black with rage. “You wouldn’t, she means nothing.”
“I think she means everything.” The man with the gun replied.
Inside, Joan is screaming.
WRONG BLOGGGGGG ELLENNNN
see this is hilarious and why we need sisters.