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Monday, 13 March 2017
But there’s no one that can compare to me. You seem to forget that I’m your figure 8. Your infinity. You try to run, but I will always find you.
Drunk in Love
We know the magical path toward happily ever after is not always sprinkled with pixie dust, but with secrets, skeletons, and fears. And being drunk in love isn’t always enough.
His Lucky Charm
My friends call me a lucky bastard.
Tourists call me The Lucky Irishman.
Things always seem to go my way.
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