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Date: August 7th, 2019 12:37 PM Author: ungodly crimson persian orchestra pit
"“Ah, now, Peter!” she said.”You can’t sit there and say you don’t remember what happened after that! I did think that maybe you were a little tight at dinner—oh, you were perfectly all right, and all that, but I did know you were feeling pretty gay."
Peterman confirmed as a time traveler
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Date: August 7th, 2019 12:40 PM Author: Poppy razzmatazz rehab
She jumped up from the couch, kissed him quickly on the forehead, and ran out of the room.
The pale young man looked after her and shook his head long and slowly, then dropped it in his damp and trembling hands.
“Oh, dear,” he said.”Oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, dear.”
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