blow away [Jess]

[ELLIOT YUNHEE BURNS]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 458px; background-image:url(http://i55.tinypic.com/28tao01.png); background-attachment: center; -webkit-border-radius: 20 0 0 20px; box-shadow: 1px 1px 4px #333333;][style=width: 445px; background-color: #cc896d; font-family: helvetica neue; font-weight:100!important; margin-left:10px;text-align: right; font-size: 20px;letter-spacing: 2px; margin-top: 10px; -webkit-border-radius: 10 0 0 0px; color: #f4e5df; padding-right: 3px;]elliot y. burns[/style][style=width:100px; height: 100px; float:left; margin-top:7px; border: 4px solid #cc896d; margin-left: 10px;][/style][style=width:100px; height: 100px; float:left; margin-top:7px; border: 4px solid #cc896d; margin-left: 2px;][/style][style=width:100px; height: 100px; float:left; margin-top:7px; border: 4px solid #cc896d; margin-left: 2px;][/style][style=width:100px; height: 100px; float:left; margin-top:7px; border: 4px solid #cc896d; margin-left: 2px;][/style][style=width: 445px; background-color: #cc896d; font-family: verdana; margin-left:10px;text-align: right; font-size: 9px;letter-spacing: 1px; margin-top: 122px; color: #f4e5df; padding-right: 3px;]written for Jess word count 385 my two cents hehe listening to A Fine Frenzy[/style][style=width: 438px; background-color: #cc896d; font-family: verdana; margin-left:10px;text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 0px; color: #f4e5df;-webkit-border-radius: 0 0 0 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 5px; opacity: 0.9;]It was a rather breezy and comfortably cool outside, a sign of summer coming to an end. Elliot, still being new to the campus of Stella Fiore, decided to wander around the outside perimeter and ended up in the garden out in the front. It was rather amazing to her eyes, the beautiful landscaping had made her feel like as if she had step into a surreal painting of wonderland garden. Light on her feet, Elliot let down her guard and hummed whatever popped into her head to herself. With hands behind her back and her buckle hat to protect her face from the sun’s blinding light, she faced the gentle breeze in hopes of capturing the various scents of the garden. As she stood still, an oddly strong gust of wind burst by, capturing her hat and carried it off far from her reach. Letting out a small startled sound, Elliot began to chase after the tan colored hat as it continue to sail up higher into the sky. The chase perused until the hat was caught stuck in one of the many surrounding trees. Out of breath, her face flush with panic and embarrassment, Elliot looked up at the stuck hat and wondered how she would ever get it back. It was obvious that no matter how high she tried to jump, she would never be able to reach that height. Frantically Elliot looked around for anything that could be used as a ladder, but luck was not on her side at the moment as there was nothing she could use. Biting her lower lip in a nervous habit, she kept looking up at the tree that held her hat captive and kept wondering how to get it back. But nothing came to mind other than the most usual option, to find a groundskeeper and ask if they could help. Another thought came into mind. What if the hat blew away again while her back was turn? Then her hat would most likely be lost forever like a balloon that escaped from a child’s grasp. With on last final attempt of jumping, Elliot was able to touch the tip of the hat before gravity began to pull her back down to the ground with a loud thud as she landed on her backside. [/style]

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[CALEB JAMES CONLEY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 2c2c2c; border-left: #4a4a4a solid 8px; width: 440px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] [style=width: 415px; background-color: 181818; padding: 4px;] [/style][style=border: 4px solid #181818; width: 415px; background-color: 272727; padding-top: 4px; padding-bottom: 3px; text-align; center; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; color: dddddd;]Let My Foolish Pride Forever Let Me Down [/style][style=width: 407px; text-align: justify; color: dddddd; font-size: 9px; background-color: 181818; border: 4px solid #181818; padding: 4px; height: 300px; overflow: auto;] Where had she gone too now? He had spent too much time sleeping, shit. Why hadn't his alarm gone off like it was supposed to? Not that he minded sleeping in a bit but he shouldn't have! He had more important things, and people to be attending to. Like his lady. Caleb hurriedly took a shower and threw his uniform like suit on, not bothering with a jacket, if she was outside he didn't want to be hot. After putting his tie on he slipped on his shoes and left his room, not running, but walking at quite a fast pace. Cale wanted to find her before anyone found him slacking off, a Level F butler never did such a thing. Sighing he checked her room and headed to the garden, it was nice enough, perhaps his Lady was outside enjoying the sites and smells of the garden. For a school the garden was quite a site and he admired it greatly, a great place to relax when there weren't to many students around. It was a place to be respected, it was in no way a playground. Once he stepped outside he didn't take the time to breath it all in like usual, instead he went right into the huge place and started looking around. Caleb's copper eyes scanned the area, looking for that familiar blonde hair and that tan hat. Then something caught his eye, he quickly turned on his heels and there she was, chasing after her hat. The thing was, the garden was way to much like a maze and he would have to take a bunch of different paths before he was able to get to her. Calling out her name might work but he wasn't close enough so he calmly started her way. Once he found her his eyes watched in terror as Elliot jumped up at an attempt to recover her hat. "Elli-" Caleb stopped himself from saying her name, as it was not appropriate, as he rushed over to her, crouching down by her side, offering his hand. "Are you alright my Lady? You should be more careful." He checked to make sure she was not hurt to badly before helping her to her feet, luckily she landed on the grass and not the hard pathway. "Allow me, my Lady." With a murmur and a slight bow of his head he extended his arm and leaned up on his toes, much taller than her, he was able to retrieve the hat, but just barely, without having to jump. A soft smile played on his lips before handing it to her. "You should really be more careful, Miss." Caleb didn't mention the fact that he had slept in, and he hopes she wouldn't either. [/style][style=border: 4px solid #181818; width: 415px; background-color: 272727; padding-top: 4px; padding-bottom: 3px; text-align; center; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; color: dddddd;]461 ❅ fake <3 ❅ TEMPLATE BY SEA OF OTE[/style]

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[ELLIOT YUNHEE BURNS]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 458px; background-image:url(http://i55.tinypic.com/28tao01.png); background-attachment: center; -webkit-border-radius: 20 0 0 20px; box-shadow: 1px 1px 4px #333333;][style=width: 445px; background-color: #cc896d; font-family: helvetica neue; font-weight:100!important; margin-left:10px;text-align: right; font-size: 20px;letter-spacing: 2px; margin-top: 10px; -webkit-border-radius: 10 0 0 0px; color: #f4e5df; padding-right: 3px;]elliot y. burns[/style][style=width:100px; height: 100px; float:left; margin-top:7px; border: 4px solid #cc896d; margin-left: 10px;][/style][style=width:100px; height: 100px; float:left; margin-top:7px; border: 4px solid #cc896d; margin-left: 2px;][/style][style=width:100px; height: 100px; float:left; margin-top:7px; border: 4px solid #cc896d; margin-left: 2px;][/style][style=width:100px; height: 100px; float:left; margin-top:7px; border: 4px solid #cc896d; margin-left: 2px;][/style][style=width: 445px; background-color: #cc896d; font-family: verdana; margin-left:10px;text-align: right; font-size: 9px;letter-spacing: 1px; margin-top: 122px; color: #f4e5df; padding-right: 3px;]written for Jess word count 389 my two cents Caleb is love listening to A Fine Frenzy[/style][style=width: 438px; background-color: #cc896d; font-family: verdana; margin-left:10px;text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 0px; color: #f4e5df;-webkit-border-radius: 0 0 0 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 5px; opacity: 0.9;]Elliot had shut her eyes tight as she landed on the ground. The pain was enough to knock out the air of her lung and bring water to her eyes, but the worst of it would most likely be a bruised from where she had landed, which would be sore for a few days at the most. There was a familiar voice ringing in her ears as she slowly opened her eyes to be looking up at a surprisingly familiar face. Blinking several times as her face grew red in embarrassment; Elliot quickly sat up and faced the man who was to be her butler, something she still couldn’t get used to. He had a voice of concern that would be common in any butler would have when their lady was hurt. “C-Caleb,” she squeaked in disbelief, “I-I’m fine…” Elliot waved her hands in a small frantic motion with an almost comical expression before calming down with a silent nod as he lightly chided her and checked over her, almost like a doting parent and a hurt child. Hesitantly she took ahold of his much larger and masculine hand which made her own small hand to be of that of a child’s in comparison and allowed him to pull her up onto her feet. Elliot remained silent as she watched Caleb reach for her hat with ease, but it was obvious at how much she admired him with the awestruck look on her face. It was at this moment she realized that she could have simply woken Caleb up to walk with her and all of this could have been avoided, but she had chosen not to this morning as she had found it very odd to wake up a man who she had just met in a causal manner, even if it was his job to follow her. This lady and butler concept was still very new to Elliot. Her face grew pink as the man who referred her as his lady, handed her hat back with a small smile and reiterated to be careful. Elliot gave a small nod, putting her hat back on and pulled the brim down with both hands as if to cover her still pink face as another breeze passed by. With a small smile, she murmured softly her gratitude, “Thank you Caleb…” [/style]

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[CALEB JAMES CONLEY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 2c2c2c; border-left: #4a4a4a solid 8px; width: 440px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] [style=width: 415px; background-color: 181818; padding: 4px;] [/style][style=border: 4px solid #181818; width: 415px; background-color: 272727; padding-top: 4px; padding-bottom: 3px; text-align; center; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; color: dddddd;]Let My Foolish Pride Forever Let Me Down [/style][style=width: 407px; text-align: justify; color: dddddd; font-size: 9px; background-color: 181818; border: 4px solid #181818; padding: 4px; height: 300px; overflow: auto;] His mouth was still in frown of concern as she told him she was fine and waved her hands. Fine was not good enough. Fine was never good enough. She needed to be perfectly okay, he needed her to be perfectly okay. Damn, he was such an idiot. Even though it may have not been that big of a deal to a regular person, or even another butler, but it was for him. Caleb needed to be on his toes all the time, and he needed to take care of her no matter what. A butler who is always on time, makes everything to his lady's liking, liked by the staff and an overall perfect image of a Level F butler is what he needed to be. And, to be honest, most of the time he is that guy, but everyone slips up. Yes, even Caleb. Elliot's hand felt so fragile in his, but he also noticed how small and soft it was, making his own feel ridiculously large and unnecessary. He watched her and nodded as she said thanks, when his name came out in her voice it sounded so much different, he would respond to that voice before any other. A frown tugged at the corner of his lips as his lady pulled her hat down and covered some of her face. He didn't want to step out of line or anything, but he couldn't help it so he reached out and flipped the edges of her hat up and smiles gently at her. "Miss Elliot.. Caleb said softly, still smiling, It may be none of my business, but I think you look much more beautiful when you show your face." A small and short chuckled dare to come out of his mouth quietly. "I don't think they will allow it at the ball." The ball was coming up soon, it was a celebration party for the beginning of the school year, though classes had already began. He had been looking forward to it and hoped his lady was as well. After all, they both must attend no matter what, it was a rule. A new one, but a rule nonetheless. [/style][style=border: 4px solid #181818; width: 415px; background-color: 272727; padding-top: 4px; padding-bottom: 3px; text-align; center; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; color: dddddd;]363 ❅ fake <3 ❅ TEMPLATE BY SEA OF OTE[/style]

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[ELLIOT YUNHEE BURNS]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 458px; background-image:url(http://i55.tinypic.com/28tao01.png); background-attachment: center; -webkit-border-radius: 20 0 0 20px; box-shadow: 1px 1px 4px #333333;][style=width: 445px; background-color: #cc896d; font-family: helvetica neue; font-weight:100!important; margin-left:10px;text-align: right; font-size: 20px;letter-spacing: 2px; margin-top: 10px; -webkit-border-radius: 10 0 0 0px; color: #f4e5df; padding-right: 3px;]elliot y. burns[/style][style=width:100px; height: 100px; float:left; margin-top:7px; border: 4px solid #cc896d; margin-left: 10px;][/style][style=width:100px; height: 100px; float:left; margin-top:7px; border: 4px solid #cc896d; margin-left: 2px;][/style][style=width:100px; height: 100px; float:left; margin-top:7px; border: 4px solid #cc896d; margin-left: 2px;][/style][style=width:100px; height: 100px; float:left; margin-top:7px; border: 4px solid #cc896d; margin-left: 2px;][/style][style=width: 445px; background-color: #cc896d; font-family: verdana; margin-left:10px;text-align: right; font-size: 9px;letter-spacing: 1px; margin-top: 122px; color: #f4e5df; padding-right: 3px;]written for Jess word count 352 my two cents panic attack >.> listening to hello/how are you[/style][style=width: 438px; background-color: #cc896d; font-family: verdana; margin-left:10px;text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 0px; color: #f4e5df;-webkit-border-radius: 0 0 0 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 5px; opacity: 0.9;]She stared in disbelief when Caleb flipped the edges of her hat up. A lump formed in her throat as he smiled warmly and spoke her name, but what he said next was like a shot in the chest. Just a few simple words of how she was beautiful made her heart race even faster than it already did and the blood rush up to her face to create a darker stain of crimson around her cheeks. All she could do was to stare at him, too flabbergasted for words other than a stuttered, “t-thanks” and the stumbling of random words in her mother tongue as she flailed around internally. She felt light-headed and weak in the knees, and all because of those simple words he said, which made it obvious of how much Elliot actually interacted with boys around or near her age. But when Caleb seems to be holding back a chuckle, Elliot’s heart sunk. Did he really mean that or was that him making fun of her? Her fluster face immediately drained at the word ball as he made a casual joke about it and her hat. She had completely forgotten about the large event. Elliot was afraid of huge events such as balls as she almost always ends up making a fool of herself, whether it be stumbling in high heels or ripping her dress in the most embarrassing places and making her date embarrassed to be with her. All of this trauma of balls and dances were all stemmed from her old school’s major events. Maybe it would be her luck if she got sick on the day of the dance as there was mandatory that all ladies must come to the ball along with their butlers. Elliot was already predicting her predicaments at the ball and she wanted to hide under a rock now. Shaking in fear and horror at the idea of the ball, Elliot pulled her hat down further again and chewed on her lower lip until her eyes began to tear up. “I’m scarred,” she whimpered. This was not good, definitely not good. [/style]

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[CALEB JAMES CONLEY]

Aug 18, 2011 2:28:47 GMT -5 CALEB JAMES CONLEY said:

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 2c2c2c; border-left: #4a4a4a solid 8px; width: 440px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] [style=width: 415px; background-color: 181818; padding: 4px;] [/style][style=border: 4px solid #181818; width: 415px; background-color: 272727; padding-top: 4px; padding-bottom: 3px; text-align; center; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; color: dddddd;]Let My Foolish Pride Forever Let Me Down [/style][style=width: 407px; text-align: justify; color: dddddd; font-size: 9px; background-color: 181818; border: 4px solid #181818; padding: 4px; height: 300px; overflow: auto;] He let his arms and hands fall to his side, another smile playing on his lips as he notice her become flustered. Caleb had never said such words to her before, and though he didn't find it too odd, he was surprised by her reaction, she was a very beautiful girl. Inside and out. He was the kind of guy who liked to watch people, and not in a weird way, he could just read people easily and understand, or at least know what they were feeling. It was a good trait of his, and one of his favorites, for it helped him with his job very much. The orange haired boy was able to tell, most times, if people were lying. Though there are some good liars out there, he must admit. When the girl mumbled a thanks and a few other words he didn't quite catch he smiled and gave a slight nod. "A girl should always feel beautiful." Caleb said with another nod. His smile turned into a worried frown as his lady pulled her hat down again and seemed to be bothered by something. For a moment he thought, the ball? Was she worried about it? The ball for Caleb was just another normal day, he had been to many and he was sure he would be to many more in the future. More concern strained his face as she finally spoke, murmuring softly so he had to lean in a bit to hear her. Did she say she was scared? So it was the ball. At an attempt to comfort her he placed one of his hands on her elbow and stood slightly to her side. "Miss Elliot...could it be, you are uncomfortable with going to the ball?" He asked. There wasn't a way he could get her out of it, but perhaps he could possible making it easier and more comfortable for her. Maybe she couldn't dance, he could always teach if he had too. Caleb was a lovely dancer. Though of course he had to be. [/style][style=border: 4px solid #181818; width: 415px; background-color: 272727; padding-top: 4px; padding-bottom: 3px; text-align; center; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; color: dddddd;]344 ❅ fake <3 ❅ TEMPLATE BY SEA OF OTE[/style]

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[ELLIOT YUNHEE BURNS]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 458px; background-image:url(http://i55.tinypic.com/28tao01.png); background-attachment: center; -webkit-border-radius: 20 0 0 20px; box-shadow: 1px 1px 4px #333333;][style=width: 445px; background-color: #cc896d; font-family: helvetica neue; font-weight:100!important; margin-left:10px;text-align: right; font-size: 20px;letter-spacing: 2px; margin-top: 10px; -webkit-border-radius: 10 0 0 0px; color: #f4e5df; padding-right: 3px;]elliot y. burns[/style][style=width:100px; height: 100px; float:left; margin-top:7px; border: 4px solid #cc896d; margin-left: 10px;][/style][style=width:100px; height: 100px; float:left; margin-top:7px; border: 4px solid #cc896d; margin-left: 2px;][/style][style=width:100px; height: 100px; float:left; margin-top:7px; border: 4px solid #cc896d; margin-left: 2px;][/style][style=width:100px; height: 100px; float:left; margin-top:7px; border: 4px solid #cc896d; margin-left: 2px;][/style][style=width: 445px; background-color: #cc896d; font-family: verdana; margin-left:10px;text-align: right; font-size: 9px;letter-spacing: 1px; margin-top: 122px; color: #f4e5df; padding-right: 3px;]written for Jess word count 601 my two cents sorry if the rambling doesn’t make much sense xD: listening to hello/how are you[/style][style=width: 438px; background-color: #cc896d; font-family: verdana; margin-left:10px;text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 0px; color: #f4e5df;-webkit-border-radius: 0 0 0 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 5px; opacity: 0.9;] Elliot was startled when she felt a hand lightly grab ahold of her elbow and stiffen up, but didn’t look at him. He spoke her name with formality that a butler always used, something she really wished he stopped using. She was no lady that deserved to be waited on hand and foot. Just an abandoned child a rich couple picked up from the street and cleaned up, not that she loathed her parents for doing… but it wasn’t the life style she was born into or meant for, which also included classy events in which children who were meant for such luxuries would be attending. She felt so out of place among them… even right now in classrooms or hallways— being here in this grand academy for those who belong to the high class society. This feeling of unable to fit in is the main contributor to her fear of the ball, which was what Caleb was asking about. Slowly nodding her head, Elliot bit harder on her lower lip, drawling blood from her mangled lip before licking the evidences of minor self-harm. Taking in a slow breath, she gave a hesitant answer to his question. “I-I really don’t do well at crowded events, I had bad experiences with them...” she trailed off, not wanting to digging up the already surfacing memories that had plagued her awhile back. Her old school, while not as prestigious as Stella Fiore, was filled with well off families and gossip was a flame to a moth there. Unfortunately someone had found out her past, while Elliot wasn’t ashamed of it, the way it spread and how twisted it became had made her an easy target for some of the students’ sick entertainment, which led to the terrible experiences at the school’s events that would forever haunt her. But that was her old school, the Entrance Ball here at Stella Fiore might be a pleasant change as it seemed that many of the students were refine and have never heard of her background. To them, she was probably just another aspiring CEO’s daughter learning how to become a proper lady like the rest of them and nothing else. As childish as the new thought seemed to be, it somewhat reassured Elliot and renewed some of the little courage she had. Yet, as the new light feeling came, it faded quickly as Elliot realized that Caleb was standing beside her and still holding onto her elbow. A light blush quickly rushed across her face as she peer from under her hat, still clutching onto it, only her grip on it was lighter than before. He had a worry expression, which creased his forehead together into a wrinkle as he frowned. Admittedly, Elliot preferred him with the smile he wore just moments ago as he was making the light comment that had made her heart race. He was more relaxed than his usual strict self. It would be nice if he dropped the formality that she wasn’t worthy of, but she wasn’t sure if Caleb would allow himself to. He was, after all, a high ranking butler. Her arms began to ache from clutching the hat for too long, so Elliot let go of the flimsy material, only to have one arm stuck as it was still being held. She gave Caleb a hesitant look before glancing over to his hand. It was rather odd to try and rest both arms if one was being held by another person and it would be impolite to try and pull away from him, that would make things worst really. [/style]

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[CALEB JAMES CONLEY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 2c2c2c; border-left: #4a4a4a solid 8px; width: 440px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] [style=width: 415px; background-color: 181818; padding: 4px;] [/style][style=border: 4px solid #181818; width: 415px; background-color: 272727; padding-top: 4px; padding-bottom: 3px; text-align; center; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; color: dddddd;]Let My Foolish Pride Forever Let Me Down [/style][style=width: 407px; text-align: justify; color: dddddd; font-size: 9px; background-color: 181818; border: 4px solid #181818; padding: 4px; height: 300px; overflow: auto;] Caleb didn't know much about his Lady. He had only been told the basics before he met her, and she wasn't exactly the talkative kind. Not only that, but no way would he dare ask about her pas, that was absolutely forbidden, and honestly it was none of his business. He could respect that, he didn't go around flaunting his past either, and he had no reason too, his past had been a sketchy and difficult one. It wasn't even something he liked to think of. His parents died at a young age but he still went into the family business after his Uncle had adopted him. Not like he ever had a choice. From a young age he was forced to train as a butler,so when he was old enough to decide for himself, he didn't know what else to do. He frowned again as he listened to Elliot. So she didn't do well with crowds, it was safe to say he had a feeling that it would be this way. Caleb's bronze eyes softened a bit as he looked at her and a quiet, soft sigh came from his lips. He removed his hand from her elbow when he found her looking at it and a light lush came to his cheeks, he had totally forgotten. This is exactly what lack of sleep did to him. Usually he was always on his toes, aware of everything and a completely perfectionist, this was the first day in a while he had become like this. It sucked because he felt like he was continuously screwing up when he shouldn't be. The last thing Caleb wanted was to start being compared to butlers of lower levels. Just the though of being even in the same category as them made him shutter. He knew he was good at what he was and if anyone ever compares him to another, especially a level A butler, it'll will be one of the most worst things someone could say to him and he might just lose it a bit. He thanked God for people like Leonzio. Kneeling down he looked up so his gaze met hers, a gentle smile on his lips, he was trying to be reassuring. "Miss Elliot, there is nothing to be afraid of while I am by your side. I promise." Caleb said with a nod, his voice calm and soothing almost. He never faltered. He stayed in his position near the ground, and he would until she trusted him to take care of her. That determined look he almost always had on his face wasn't there this time, but instead a smile stayed on his lips. If she began to trust him more it would make his day, that's all he wanted. He only cared to do his best for her, nothing else. If he had to, he was ready to risk his life for her. [/style][style=border: 4px solid #181818; width: 415px; background-color: 272727; padding-top: 4px; padding-bottom: 3px; text-align; center; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; color: dddddd;487 ❅ fake <3 ❅ TEMPLATE BY SEA OF OTE[/style]

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