by spookyless » Sun Jan 12, 2014 12:22 pm
"I so need mental support." Seth said, as he began to pace around, once again, nervously, breathing in and out heavily.
Dean cursed under his breath, "I don't understand this dumb script." He growled out, slapping his backhand onto the sheet of paper, "I go for a facelock onto Punksie and he's, like, magically getting out of it with a, like- a DDT? They don't give me even, like, that much?"
"I guess that's it, bro." Roman shrugged, peering over Dean's shoulder, to read the script his friend was about cursing about earlier.

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w e'r e x h a p p y x h e r e ,.𝐼 𝑁. 𝑇 𝐻 𝐼 𝑆 .𝐻 𝐴 𝑃 𝑃 𝑌 .𝐻 𝑂 𝑈 𝑆 𝐸 ╭xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxXXx╮
părul îi era răvăşit, negru ca întotdeauna,
dar privirea, ce odată putea să încălzească o
întreagă planetă, era acum rece, goală.
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O H , T H I S X I S X F U N!
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