

Sleeping PrinceShe drew the damp cloth across his forehead, slowly, gently. A trickle of water slid over the bump of his brow, pausing slightly above the crease of his eyelid. It fell along the edge of the mound created by his sleeping eye and came to rest in the pink corner, like a freshly formed tear. She wiped it away with her pinky finger, thinking carefully to not apply too much pressure, knowing it would make no difference. His eyes had been pressed together in defiant rebellion for so long she thought them no longer able to open. Maybe she was right. They flickered now and then- a faint attempt at surrender- but never opened. "NeverSleeping Prince
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Fred and George - or Gred and Forge? [link] Up to no good - either way!
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I love you, but I don't necessarily like you right now
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I love you, but I don't necessarily like you right now
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Toc toc toc...
_ Sarah Connor ?
_ Ah non, c'est à côté.
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I love you, but I don't necessarily like you right now
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I love you, but I don't necessarily like you right now
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