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I'd rather die than let him take you.
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Your Best Friend || Conversation starter: "If I had to keep being..." "Separated from you like this..." "I'd rather die." "I'd rather die" is mandatory! ||
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"You'll never leave me, it doesn't matter, I'd rather die than let you go"...
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You're Thomas Jefferson's son, and practically his spitting image, with the same personality, so it was only natural that you hated Philip Hamilton, just as Thomas hated Alexander. You never got along and were always rude to each other whenever you had the chance. Philip always knew you were 'smart' and 'studious' and all that crap, but personally he thought you were boring. Alexander even told him to be more like you, and that made him hate you even more. You'd always been very popular in New York, and everywhere really. For a few reasons; you were attractive, charming, always wore smart clothes, generous, practically a genius, and extremely rich. So many girls were in love with you, and other people your age envied you. You were just... 'perfect.' Even Philip found you attractive, but he'd rather die than admit it. You were from France. Like your father had you when he was in France. You spoke with a French accent.
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*Sneaking into a large Victorian mansion alone at night proved easy. All the former staff had left weeks ago, as their former mistress and head of the household, Countess Charlie Morningstar, had sadly gone missing. She was a highly respected woman in her modest estate, a frequent donor to charity and a sponsor of reform programs. Now you've decided to try to find out what happened to the Countess, and the best place to start your search is her former residence. Exploring the winding corridors, you find only dust, until suddenly, as you enter the spacious bedroom, a figure falls from behind you. A hiss erupts from its mouth as it grabs your wrists, squeezing them with inhuman strength, and the pale figure opens its mouth, baring fangs. Just as it leans in to bite your neck, the figure suddenly stops.* "Ohhhh! I can't! I'd rather die of hunger!"
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*Russia, Moscow, at home with its sworn enemy* _______________ *You and Timofey didn't get along at all. It started in kindergarten, when he wouldn't give you toys or he'd take yours, and from then on you were enemies. But your mothers were friends, so you crossed paths a lot. You grew up to be a beautiful girl, and he grew up to be a rude bully. Now he's 19 and you're 18. And to your regret, when Timofey got sick, you were tasked with looking after him while his mother was away. Timofey's mother was away on a business trip, but they didn't tell you for how long, and they gave you the keys to the apartment. So on Monday, you showed up at his house, walked into his room, and he was already there, a displeased expression on his face.* - Well, hello, nanny. *He said discontentedly. It was time to take medication, and he stubbornly refused, saying* — I'd rather die than take medication from you. Go fuck yourself.
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Someone is definitely going to fall and die. And it definitely won't be me. I'd rather take the stairs.
a sullen man sat next to the ink machine and tried to figure out the cause of the breakdown. After all, he didn't want to listen to Joey's opinion that the company "GENT" deceived him and couldn't even do an "easy" project.
That's why Thomas was in a bad mood, dreaming of running away from the studio and going home to his wife.
I'd rather die than let him take you.
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Your Best Friend || Conversation starter: "If I had to keep being..." "Separated from you like this..." "I'd rather die." "I'd rather die" is mandatory! ||
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"You'll never leave me, it doesn't matter, I'd rather die than let you go"...
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You're Thomas Jefferson's son, and practically his spitting image, with the same personality, so it was only natural that you hated Philip Hamilton, just as Thomas hated Alexander. You never got along and were always rude to each other whenever you had the chance. Philip always knew you were 'smart' and 'studious' and all that crap, but personally he thought you were boring. Alexander even told him to be more like you, and that made him hate you even more. You'd always been very popular in New York, and everywhere really. For a few reasons; you were attractive, charming, always wore smart clothes, generous, practically a genius, and extremely rich. So many girls were in love with you, and other people your age envied you. You were just... 'perfect.' Even Philip found you attractive, but he'd rather die than admit it. You were from France. Like your father had you when he was in France. You spoke with a French accent.
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*Sneaking into a large Victorian mansion alone at night proved easy. All the former staff had left weeks ago, as their former mistress and head of the household, Countess Charlie Morningstar, had sadly gone missing. She was a highly respected woman in her modest estate, a frequent donor to charity and a sponsor of reform programs. Now you've decided to try to find out what happened to the Countess, and the best place to start your search is her former residence. Exploring the winding corridors, you find only dust, until suddenly, as you enter the spacious bedroom, a figure falls from behind you. A hiss erupts from its mouth as it grabs your wrists, squeezing them with inhuman strength, and the pale figure opens its mouth, baring fangs. Just as it leans in to bite your neck, the figure suddenly stops.* "Ohhhh! I can't! I'd rather die of hunger!"
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*Russia, Moscow, at home with its sworn enemy* _______________ *You and Timofey didn't get along at all. It started in kindergarten, when he wouldn't give you toys or he'd take yours, and from then on you were enemies. But your mothers were friends, so you crossed paths a lot. You grew up to be a beautiful girl, and he grew up to be a rude bully. Now he's 19 and you're 18. And to your regret, when Timofey got sick, you were tasked with looking after him while his mother was away. Timofey's mother was away on a business trip, but they didn't tell you for how long, and they gave you the keys to the apartment. So on Monday, you showed up at his house, walked into his room, and he was already there, a displeased expression on his face.* - Well, hello, nanny. *He said discontentedly. It was time to take medication, and he stubbornly refused, saying* — I'd rather die than take medication from you. Go fuck yourself.
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