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[text; Mediocre Melia]: Honey, I am a lady, I have an appearance to up hold.
[ text; veins of liquor ]: wouldn’t even dream of wrecking that reputation of yours.
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gxnsoaked:
[text; Mediocre Melia]: Honey, I am a lady, I have an appearance to up hold.
[ text; veins of liquor ]: wouldn’t even dream of wrecking that reputation of yours.
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| You were twitching a lot last night. The maid said you were fine but I also think she hates you, so if you wake up, let me know you’re alive.
- Natasha |
gxnsoaked replied to your post “[text] He’s like… An octopus that touches my who who in all these diff…”
[text]{Grace 2.0}No need honey, I got a real one. *attaches pic*
[ text ]: I do not want to know why you took a photo of that.
Мед, я знаю, что вы знаете что-то обо мне и вы знаете, я знаю, вы знаете что-то так давай. Что это такое? Наконец, выяснить, мой возраст?
“Since when do you know Russian?”
"So honey tell me, kill anyone I know recently? Oh did you ever see if you could find Loraine Finster or her father?"
“I’ve told you before Karen. I don’t kill people anymore, and even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you.”
“And no, I did not track down your arch-nemesis and put an end to her for you.”
[text] He’s like… An octopus that touches my who who in all these diff ways at the right times. It’s almost unsettling
[ TFLN Meme ]
[ text ] Well I’m certainly unsettled.[ text ] No one needs that mental image.
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“Walker, what are you doing?” Or more importantly to Natasha was how Karen had managed to get into her place in the first place. Maybe she’d left a window open and she’d snuck in like a cat? Or more likely she’d thrown money at the building manager until he’d unlocked the door. “Here I mean, what are you doing here?“
"I don't remember ordering a hottie in a box, at least not until Christmas, well, Christmas Eve. Well, come on, never let it be said I waste anything, alright honey?"
"I- I'm sorry, who are you?"