As a result, it may be that I feel that my brain is flooded, cerebellar palsy, my body is weak, and I am walking dead...
But, I have fought for it, I know it.
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to catch before it is lost
Deshawn 2022-04-21 09:01:47
I watched it for the second time when the person I liked seemed to be with someone else. The behavior of the big-mouthed beauty is very understandable. When the person you like is not yourself, it is useless to say anything. Just do the right thing at the right time. However, I still went for it, because I wanted to let myself know that I had fought for it, whether it was irresponsible or selfish.
As a result, it may be that I feel that my brain is flooded, cerebellar palsy, my body is weak, and I am walking dead...
But, I have fought for it, I know it.
As a result, it may be that I feel that my brain is flooded, cerebellar palsy, my body is weak, and I am walking dead...
But, I have fought for it, I know it.
Extended Reading
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Lola 2021-11-15 08:01:27
It’s so beautiful to be two handsome all the time, De Monte Moroni is really sexy!
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Jermain 2021-11-15 08:01:27
Romantic dramas at that time were not so commercial. Many tangled stories are born out of wanting but unable to speak. Nine years of silence has made it impossible to start all over again.
My Best Friend's Wedding quotes
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George Downes: It's amazing the clarity that comes with psychotic jealousy.
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George Downes: The misery, the exquisite tragedy. The Susan Hayward of it all. I can just picture you there, sitting alone at your table in your lavender gown.
Julianne Potter: Did I tell you my gown was lavender?
George Downes: Hair swept up. Haven't touched your cake. Probably drumming your fingernails on the white linen tablecloth, the way you do when you're really feeling down. Perhaps looking at those nails thinking: 'God, I should have stopped in all my evil plotting to have that manicure, but it's too late now.
Julianne Potter: George, I didn't tell you my dress was lavender.
George Downes: Suddenly, a familiar song. And, you're off your chair in one, exquisite movement... wondering, searching, sniffing the wind like a dapple deer. Has God heard your little prayer? Will Cinderella dance again? And then, suddenly, the crowds part and there he is: sleek, stylish... radiant with charisma. Bizarrely, he's on the telephone. But then, so are you. And then he comes towards you... the moves of a jungle cat. Although you quite correctly sense that he is... gay... like most devastatingly handsome single men of his age are, you think... what the hell. Life goes on. Maybe there won't be marriage... maybe there won't be sex... but, by God, there'll be dancing.