Bibliothek

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Danke. *Hand greife und stürmisch schüttele*
Wir singen es morgen Ashley vor. Kennst du ihn?

         
                             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!

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//Wow, genau mein Musikgeschmack...// *kurz nachdenke*
Okay... Ich bin dabei! *lächel*

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Wir singen ein spezielles Duett. *böse grins*
Wannabe von den Spice Girls. *lache*
Komm schon! *Hundeblick* Büdde ...

         
                             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!

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Huch! *erschrecke* Wenn es unbedingt sein muss, von mir aus.
Ich sing nicht so gerne vor Publikum, deshalb bin ich ja auch nicht in diesem Glee- Club...
*erschauder* Was soll denn dieses Spezielle sein?

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Du bist im God Squad. //Idee // *aufspring*
Ich hätte einen Auftrag. *grinse*
Singst du etwas spezielles für Ashley?

         
                             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!

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[Ich les erstmal Tempons statt Tempos  Peinlich]

*es nehme* Ich will nicht darüber reden. *schnauf*
*Hand mit gebrauchten Taschentuch hinhalte* Ich bin Sydney.

         
                             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!

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//Moment mal... Ist Ashley nicht ein Mädchenname?:D//
*in meiner Handtasche krame und eine Packung Tempos hervorhole*
Bitte. *ihr ein Taschentuch hinhalte* Möchtest du darüber reden?
Ich bin übrigens Alexa. *sie tröstend anlächel*

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Ich hasse mein Leben! *schniefe*
Ich hasse mich! *schluchz*
Und ich hasse ... Ashley! *zornig sag*
Er ist so ... *seufz* süß ...

         
                             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!

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*schnell zu ihr gehe und sie davon abhalte, ihren Kopf anzuschlagen*
Hey... du musst ja nicht versuchen dir 'ne Gehirnerschütterung zu verpassen!
*sie mit hochgezogener Augenbraue ansehe*

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Nein, mein Leben ist sowieso vorbei! *schluchz*
*mein Gesicht mehrere Male auf den Tisch knall*

         
                             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!