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Anyone That Has Character Leaves A Mark On Another. Would You Like To Leave The World Without Making A Ripple?

So, You’re Hitting On Clare The Fair.” “i’m Not Hitting On Her. I’m Exploring The Possibility Of Seeing Her On Social Terms.” “he’s Hitting On Her,” Owen Said Around A Mouthful Of Chips. “you’ve Still Got That Thing You Had For Her Back In High School. Are You Still Writing Bad Song Lyrics About Heartbreak?” “suck Me. And They Weren’t That Bad.” “yeah, They Were,” Ryder Disagreed. “but At Least Now We Don’t Have To Listen To You Playing Your Keyboard And Howling Them Down The Hall.

If You’re Looking For The Full Deal, The Till-death Deal, Then Look At Me. No One’s Ever Going To Love You, Stick By You, Understand How You Work The Way I Do. (malcolm Kavanaugh)

And Still She Felt More Confident At The Prospect Of Taking On The Russian Mafia Than She Did Attending A Backyard Barbecue.