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the sound i just made can not be replicated
HIM OMG
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LOOK DIN OH
Papi ugg😍😍
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I LOVE MY ICON
Lisbon, Portugal Early October (3 days after the attack) @infantacardoza
Aaron had been inconsolable since receiving the call. Lecia had been picked up to make it the worst trip ever. At the palace in Portugal, the two easily skirted through the doors while Maddox endured a search that stopped short of a strip-and-cough scenario.
Several hours went by. Maddox became one with the ornate portraits hanging on the wall. Steps away from Papai’s door the important people began to talk, including Lecia’s curly haired friend who stepped away from his post, giving Maddox his chance to slip into the room.
The door was quietly closed. He spoke low. “It’s Maddox. I came here with Aaron. Hope you don’t mind but I wanted to see how you were doing too.” Footsteps halted a few feet inside. “Sofia said everyone is acting like you’re either on your deathbed or look like Frankenstein’s monster. Just FYI. Thought I should find out for myself.”
Never buy cookies and leave them unattended. I left for a minute and Horror already ate them all!
Damn it. Those were mine!
OH
MY
FKIN
GOD
DO YOY SEE THIS SHIT I CKID YOU NOT IM ACTUALLY CRYING