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i am different, i can be cold heartless and cruel sometimes but sometimes i am not... i am dark and unusual and i am never the same... if you come to me, come to me alone, i dont like large groups... over three is pushing it with me... i am not extremely social... i am 14, just turned 14 actually... and i am harmless a good amount of the time<a href="http://onnachance.com/quiz/fae.htm" target="new">
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<a href="http://onnachance.com/quiz/fae.htm" target="new">What type of Fae are you?</a>
A girl and a guy were speeding over 100mph on a motorcycle
Girl: Slow down im scared
Guy: No this is fun
Girl: No its not please its to scary
Guy: then tell me you love me
Girl: I love you slow down
Guy: Now give me a big hug
She gave him a big hug
Guy: Can you take off my helmet & put it on yourself its bothering me.
In the newspaper the next day a motorcycle had crashed into a building because of brake failure. Of the two people who were on it, only one survived. The truth was that halfway down the road the guy realized that the brakes were broken and he didn't want the girl to know. Instead he had her hug him and tell him she loved him one last time. Then he had her put his helmet on so that she would live even if it meant that he would die. If you would do the same for the person you love copy this in your profile.
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But on this most auspicious of nights permit me then, in the lieu of the more commonplace sobriquet to suggest the character of this dramatis persona. Voila! In view a humble vaudevillian veteran cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition the only verdict in vengeance, a vendetta held as a votive not in vain for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose. So let me simply add that its my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V
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