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These were things that belonged to me
These were things that I held in my heart
These were things that have meaning to me
These things are not dead, because they never carried life
But I gave these things life, because they have carried me
I gave these things my memories
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3. You read that wrong too
4. You checked
5. You smiled
7. You are wondering why you're still this reading this bs
8. You saw that mistake... right? (On 7)
10. But did you see that I skipped 6?
10. You checked
11. And saw you that I doubled 10 and skipped 9
12. I said saw you, not you saw
13. I also skipped 2
14. You got tricked
15. I'm just wasting your time
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Send this to the CIA or else your mom's house is gonna be next.(ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ ★ ° ☾★
On a recent transatlantic flight, a plane passes through a severe storm. The turbulence is awful, and things go from bad to worse when one wing is struck by lightning.
One woman in particular loses it. Screaming, she stands up in the front of the plane. "I'm too young to die!" She wails.
Then she yells, "Well, if I'm going to die, I want my last minutes on earth to be memorable! Is there ANYONE on this plane who can make me feel like a WOMAN?"
For a moment there is silence. Everyone has forgotten their own peril. They all stared, riveted, at the desperate woman in the front of the plane.
Then an Italian man stands up in the rear of the plane. He is gorgeous: tall, well built, with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. He starts to walk slowly up the aisle, unbuttoning his shirt ...one button at a time.
No one moves.
He removes his shirt.
Muscles ripple across his chest.
She gasps.
He whispers ... "Iron this, and get me something to eat..."