Every lie he speaks, every sound he breathes, drives the splinters of this plank further into her heart. 75 percent and counting. @130story
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Every lie he speaks, every sound he breathes, drives the splinters of this plank further into her heart. 75 percent and counting. @130story
'Can you swim?' he asked leading her across the burn on a makeshift plank. From that day her army boots went creak squeak repeat @130story
'shiver me timbers'
'Oh Richard if you don't stop this pirate thing I'm leaving you'
'yez wanting to walk the plank me pretty?'
@130story