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Post by Natalia Arlovskaya on Apr 13, 2010 19:47:10 GMT -5
She gasped.
No. Gasped wasn't the right word for it. Belarus downright squeaking. Russia...not love her? IMPOSSIBLE! How could he think such a thing or even say such a thing, especially say such a thing TO HER? He was obviously wrong wrong wrong. Didn't he know that they were going to get MARRIED MARRIED MARRIED?!
"He loves me!" she defended, her hand over her heart, resting gently on her bosom where she kept her extra knife. "Don't you know anything about true love?"
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Adriaan van Dijk
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Post by Adriaan van Dijk on Apr 14, 2010 17:33:07 GMT -5
Oh, lovely. Adriaan seemed to have released a torrent of squeals that must be similar only to what souls hear as they enter the Gates of Hell. He was also fairly sure that his lifespan just decreased a few years from this whole encounter.
"Of course I know about true love!" he lied in a trembling voice exclaimed passionately, "And in true love, both people have to enjoy it. Otherwise, such as in this case, it's just stalking."
Why was it that he always regretted saying these things after it was too late? He started backing away again, ready to flee.
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Post by Royd Eiriksson on Apr 15, 2010 16:27:04 GMT -5
Royd was walking to the nearby park when he spotted a strange paper stapled to a telephone pole. The picture on the front...
"Is this Russia?" he thought out loud. "And he's lost? I'm pretty sure he's still back in the room..."
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