March 23rd, 2016


[info]goofysarcasm
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[info]goofysarcasm
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23 March 8:45 am


[info]goofysarcasm
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HOLY FUCKING SHIT I HAVEN'T HAD MY GROWTH SPIRT YET.

I'M BLOODY SHORT AGAIN. Well... Shorter.

FUCK!

[info]marcflint
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[info]marcflint
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23 March (8am)


[info]marcflint
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Just when I thought this place couldn't get more like Hogwarts.

We better still be allowed to drink in this condition.

[info]preserves
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[info]preserves
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[No Subject]


[info]preserves
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[info]shunpike
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[info]shunpike
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23 March (3p)


[info]shunpike
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Private to Sam Runcorn
I saw you earlier. Which I realize must sound disturbing now that I have written it. I'm not stalking you or anything. You just happened to be walking by and it made me feel a bit nostalgic.

I suppose you're still not talking to me though.