PROSE What Spies DoMy dad is a rock. He is solid, he is powerful. He can still pick me up and toss me over his shoulder. He is never seen to cry, he can never be swayed or damaged by opinion. He is a real estate agent, and he pushes those deals and sways those clients with confidence and experience. He flexes his arms at the dinner table when I ask him and points exactly which way it is to the beach or the gun show. He is a tree, a mountain, a thick and formidable presence in any room, in any place, against any person.PROSE What Spies Do
“He’s late,” my mom said, and pursed her lip
Womb
this is joanna btw XD
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'You'll never get me alive
To what it takes to survive'
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69 - good position
96 - magkaaway
66 - bading
6.9 - kadiri (kasi may period XD)
HAHAHA
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'You'll never get me alive
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||RUN, MY COLORFUL MINIONS,RUN!||
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For touching you leaves me out of my comfort zone with unescapably guilty emotions. ♥
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Time always returns to the beginning.
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They don't know that we know that they know that we don't know but we do know
If death is romantic then is romance dead?
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'You'll never get me alive
To what it takes to survive'
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Leave the world better than you found it. (Sometimes you gotta pick up someone else's trash)
-Bill Nye the Science Guy
~tnx
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