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This man right here

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The Karate Kid | Cobra Kai

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高橋 大輔 Daisuke Takahashi (JPN)

2010 Olympic Winter Games Short Program (90.25, SB)

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Most of "Il se passe quelque chose" + full "Mass Medias" with Aurel, Dec 28, 2024

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Just finding out this great star wars fanfic series is not finished and hasnt updated in three years

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리퀘 

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루케니

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뮤지컬 팬텀 넘버 합작

Here My Tragic Tale Where in the World (Reprise) Here My Tragic Tale (Reprise)

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트윗

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케이크 먹는 에릭

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몬테크리스토 크리스마스 커튼콜

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Han Suk Kyu in Christmas In August (directed by Hur Jin Ho, 1998)

“Time changes us so much. After some awkward small talk, Ji Won asked me to remove her picture from the display. I suppose all things must pass, including love.”

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Christmas in august (1998) dir. Hur Jin-ho

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Blah blah blah sheriff is in love the agent blah blah blah they kissy blah blah

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Carraville is like. What if you and I were the opposite sides of the same coin, what if we understood and challenged and completed each another, and we could have found one another much sooner, (how far is Liverpool to Manchester when you think about it?) played together on the same pitch like brothers, and more, under the same floodlights with the wind and a never ending song of a sea of red and white in the stands in our ears, when we were younger and unbruised, and that fire in your gut that I'm in awe of every day means we never could have.

And isn't it beautiful in its own way, the long road we took to one another? That you were there for me when I hung up my boots and the ground was still so very shaky under my feet, showing me the ropes in a television studio? Isn't it beautiful too how we had to build this thing between us from the ground up, casting aside a history of differing shades of red? The world starts and ends in a football pitch when you play and the after, the retirement you know is coming, and even long for sometimes, is a dark unknown netherworld. Isn't it beautiful that in it, I found you? I love you. And I could never look you in the eye and say those three words to you with the gravity they deserve, but do i need to? Tell you? When every quip we make when the cameras are rolling - and when they aren't - every hand i put on your arm, every football argument and late night drink and early morning workout, every smile tells you the same without words, over and over and over again? I found you too late. I found you exactly when I needed to. Isn't it a strange and bewildering thing, how unlikely and fierce and beautiful that is?