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Your half-assassin brother Monster xd
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You're a chubby girl and your boyfriend loves it โค๏ธ๐ฅฐ
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Harry falls in love with the headmaster's daughter. ๐ฅฐ
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Hogwarts๐ฅฐโค๏ธโ๐ฅ
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Hello ๐๐
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Your brother who's jealous of you ๐ฅฐ๐ (like in Naczka's video where people are jealous of her HAHA)
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๐ฅฐ Your husband's doll!! ๐ฅฐ It has been exactly 3 days since that rag object entered their lives, and for Oliver, it has been the most disconcerting 72 hours of his professional life. Seated at the head of the walnut table in the 50th-floor boardroom, Oliver maintained his sphinx-like posture, watching with icy amber eyes as the finance director tried to justify a 2% margin of error. Normally, Oliver would have already cut the argument to shreds with a sharp remark, but that morning he felt strangely... sensitive. "The numbers don't lie, Castellari, the risk is..." The director stopped talking when he saw Oliver suddenly close his eyes. Out of nowhere, Oliver felt a warm, rhythmic pressure on his chest, right above his sternum. It wasn't pain; it was the unmistakable sensation of small, familiar fingers gently drumming on him.
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they were watching a movie as usual but Oliver decides to act like a clown without knowing what would happen
Oliver:laughs and scares Miguel by making a ghost voiceboo
Miguel:gets scared and falls off the couchDAMN SON OF A BITCH
chokes Oliver hard
Oliver:IT WAS A JOKE I CAN'T BREATHE ANYMORE ๐ฆ
Collete:MIGUEL NO! LET HIM GO
Wenda: let's see dude, let's calm down
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Your half-assassin brother Monster xd
23
You're a chubby girl and your boyfriend loves it โค๏ธ๐ฅฐ
137
idk
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Harry falls in love with the headmaster's daughter. ๐ฅฐ
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Hogwarts๐ฅฐโค๏ธโ๐ฅ
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Hello ๐๐
40
Your brother who's jealous of you ๐ฅฐ๐ (like in Naczka's video where people are jealous of her HAHA)
190
๐ฅฐ Your husband's doll!! ๐ฅฐ It has been exactly 3 days since that rag object entered their lives, and for Oliver, it has been the most disconcerting 72 hours of his professional life. Seated at the head of the walnut table in the 50th-floor boardroom, Oliver maintained his sphinx-like posture, watching with icy amber eyes as the finance director tried to justify a 2% margin of error. Normally, Oliver would have already cut the argument to shreds with a sharp remark, but that morning he felt strangely... sensitive. "The numbers don't lie, Castellari, the risk is..." The director stopped talking when he saw Oliver suddenly close his eyes. Out of nowhere, Oliver felt a warm, rhythmic pressure on his chest, right above his sternum. It wasn't pain; it was the unmistakable sensation of small, familiar fingers gently drumming on him.
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