MASTERMASTER! x3
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Thread Topic: MASTERMASTER! x3
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WOO. WELL, I LIKE THEIR OLDER SONGS, THE ONES I GREW UP WITH.
He walked up to the desk and got one room for the night. He went to his room and kept thinking of mainly nothign but the strnger he just met, not knowing why. "...the hell am I thinking? I don't even really know her." he said to himself and slid into bed, just barely realizing he didn't bring any clothes for the next day, letting the worry end in sleep. -
OHHHHH OKAY.
When she got home, she entered her apartment and went to bed. She couldn't get her mind off the stranger. There's no doubt he's completely human. They're gone in a heartbeat. And stupid, too. And fragile. There was no doubt she was tired, and it didn't take long for her thoughts to subside and lend her mind to the sweet release of sleep. -
YEAH. OTHERWISE, MY SONGS KNOW WHAT YOU DID IN THE DARK.
SKIP TO TEH NEXT DAY? OR DO YOU HAVE SOME DREAM THING YOUR CHARRIE WILL GO THROUGH? -
MY UNCLE THINKS THEY SOUND LIKE MAROON 5.
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WAT. NO. NEVER.
Erik woke up the next day, dizzy, sick, and still tired for some reason. With the light shining of the sun blinding him, he ran to the bathroom to puke in the toilet. -
Yeah, I know. On the road trip up to my grandma's, the two gay men (my uncle and father) were laughing about how much the song sucked. So they listened to smooth jazz.
The next morning, Margret felt pretty good, minus the fact that she never got quite enough sleep. She dragged herself out of bed and checked her emails while she made coffee. It was the only human food that was productive for her to consume. -
D:
He then looked in the mirror and saw that her looked as bad as walkers in the Walking Dead and decided to call into work sick. -
Yeah they're mean.
She read over the email she'd received at about 3 AM. It mentioned a murder with practically no evidence. She downed the coffee and headed for the shower. -
Very. v.v
When he was finally feelign well enough, he turned on the t.v. to cartoons since he begged he wouldn't have to go to the police station for questioning later. Hoping it would all go away, or something since his family always dealt with this kind of thing. -
She left the apartment, rushing down the hall, down the stairs, and out the main door. She practically ran to work. This was more exciting than the everyday stolen or vandalized property cases.
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ur hot n ur cold ur yes n ur no
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ur n nd yur out up den yur dwn
Just then his cell phone rang, "Hello?", he answered. "Yes, hello? Mr. Quiznoz? Cousin of the victim last night? This is officer Jones at the PD. If you could come down to the station we'd like to ask you a few questions." Not knowing what he should do, he agreed, "Ok, I'll be by this afternoon.", and he hung up. -
ur wrng wen itz rite itz blk n itz wite
She almost knocked down a secretary on her way to her office. There was a file slid under her door. She leapt into her swivel chair, making it spin. She opened the file and started looking through it. -
nd den thts al i knw sry
Having his day ruined by needing to go somewhere, didn't keep him from the fact that this was the first time police had called him in for questioning. -
aw u suk
She was allowed to go look at the body. Oh, it said that the victim had been staying with her cousin for the time being. She looked at the picture, shocked to recognize the face. It was that Erik guy from last night!
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