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Re: Breadstix
von Selena am 26.07.2012 16:54*herkomme*
*mich umsehe und Viola sehe*
*mich zu ihr setz und mit ihr rede*
Re: Breadstix
von Sydney am 26.07.2012 17:47*Breadstix betrete und zu den Beiden setze*
Hey! *grinsend Spagetthie bestelle*
Ich hab einen Hunger ...
I dreamed a dream in time gone by, when hope was high and life worth living ...
I dreamed that love would never die! I dreamed that God would be forgiving!
Then I was young and unafraid. Dreams were made and used and wasted!
There was no ransom to be paid. No song unsung, no wine untasted!
Re: Breadstix
von Viola am 26.07.2012 18:33Hey, Syd!
Wo bleiben den die anderen?
*auf die Uhr guck*
*mir auch i-was bestell*
Re: Breadstix
von Quinn am 26.07.2012 18:33[Bin ich eigentlich auch eingeladen? Ich hab den ganzen Play nicht mitgelesen^^]
"Why do you smoke so damn fast?" I asked. She looked at me and smiled widely, and such a wide smile on her narrow face might have looked goofy were it not for the unimpeachably elegant green in her eyes. She smile with all the delight of a kid on Christmas morning and said, "Ya'll smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die."
Re: Breadstix
von Sydney am 26.07.2012 18:34[Ja, kannst kommen xD wir haben noch nicht mal angefangen
Wir reden über Miss Dabershire, aber haben noch nicht angefangen ]
I dreamed a dream in time gone by, when hope was high and life worth living ...
I dreamed that love would never die! I dreamed that God would be forgiving!
Then I was young and unafraid. Dreams were made and used and wasted!
There was no ransom to be paid. No song unsung, no wine untasted!
Re: Breadstix
von Sydney am 26.07.2012 18:35Ich weiß nicht ... *seufze und umschaue*
Quinn wollte glaub ich noch kommen ...
I dreamed a dream in time gone by, when hope was high and life worth living ...
I dreamed that love would never die! I dreamed that God would be forgiving!
Then I was young and unafraid. Dreams were made and used and wasted!
There was no ransom to be paid. No song unsung, no wine untasted!