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i write sins not tragedies
– as i'm pacing the pews in a church corridor and i can't help but to hear, no, i can't help but to hear an exchanging of words
– what a beautiful wedding, says a bridesmaid to a waiter, and, yes, but what a shame what a shame the poor groom's bride is a whore.
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| Wait- you can fish? Yep, if you need me I'll be calling Allison and Harry.
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//Before Ian could leave, Megan pulls him by the collar to make him stay.//
out of all people why him