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....is anyone still here ; v;

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tonbirdy:

“SHIT  —- I am sorry. Seems I’m stuck in klutz mode today.”

“It’s fine. I’m alright anyway, so no need to worry about that.”

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Dominik: i've been at the hospital since 5am

Dominik: bring me coffee???? the actual good kind pls

Dominik: if i have to drink any more vending machine coffee i'm suing

Blair: Why are you at the hospital and why are you asking me for coffee?

Blair: I don't want to get out of my house...

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She stopped being so careless as time past by, but every now and then, she’d end up being a bit spaced out. Like today. She ended up losing her car keys and she only realized that later on because by the time she got to her parking lot, she searched everywhere, from her pockets to her bag, to the inside of her shirt, and still nothing came up. Passing by through the parking lot, she was retracing her steps and before she knew it, she softly took a hold of someone’s arm to ask, “Do you mind if I ask you a favor?”

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autumnbeaumcnts:

“oh, come on,” the female told the person that just stood there watching her dance. “don’t be such a buzzkill and come dance with me! i promise you won’t regret it, it’s really fun!” she reassured them, dancing to the live music that was coming from the bar.

She watched how she was so full of life and was slightly envious of that. Showing a tiny, genuine smile, Blair shook her head as a response. “Thanks for the offer, but I’m quite alright. Don’t let me stop your fun though. You look like you’re having a really nice time.”

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samuel: i know i'm not one to ask for favours and shit

samuel: but i seriously need a helping hand rn

samuel: i'll do almost anything..?

blair: What do I have to do?

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tophermcadams:

Topher balances the stack of books in his arms, carefully peeking over them as he walked down the aisle of the library. His son had pulled the stack out, from all of the place, and had forgotten where he had gotten them from, so he had to put them all back. Walking quickly around the corner, he collides with another person, his books scattering around the place. “Oh, dang, sorry, should’ve been watching where I was going,” he says, bending down to start picking up the books.

Checking out from the library wasn't a habit for the girl, but searching for books was. She enjoyed reading most of the time and loved anybody who would let her in their conversations about books, especially when they were debating about it. Colliding with someone though, she watched as various books, his and her's, dropped onto the ground before crouching down to help pick them up. "It's cool," she replied softly. "I'm not upset or anything and I should have watched where I was going too." Looking up at the other, once all the books were collected and when they had their own items, she gave him a small smile. "You okay though? You're not hurt, are you?"

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grahcms:

Graham has been out on a jog, when he found a perfect opportunity to train himself. Sure, he had been a kingpin for quite some time, and his skills were completely honed and sharp, but it was always fun to continue to train himself, make it to where he was completely flawless. After catching up to the person in front of him, he bumped into them lightly, expertly pulling an object out of their pocket as he looked at them. “Shit, sorry mate. Was too busy paying attention to my phone.” He said, shaking his phone before starting to jog off, pausing a few feet away from them. “Oh, and I think this is yours.” He said, holding the item he’d just pick pocketed up, a smirk growing on his features as he did so.

It was always usual for the brunette to be by herself. It was how she liked her surroundings since high school ended and she became used to the loneliness to the point where she didn’t really speak to many people, unless they brought up an interesting conversation. However, being bumped into an entirely unfamiliar face, she furrowed her eyebrows for a moment before shaking her head. “It’s okay. No harm done.” She was going to turn right around and go her own way, except he spoke up and mentioned having something of her’s. Being around pick-pocketers wasn’t rare for the girl, but she never had to deal with it. “Nice trick, now can I please have my wallet back?” she asked, reaching a hand out as she walked over to him.

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@finhawthorne: dear god, why are rich people assholes, luv fin #savefin2k16

@blairrider: @finhawthorne It's probably genetics #howtragic