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Puzzel die ik niet mocht kopen van mn vrouw.
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âNo, being Dutch is not that good an excuse. I think youâre just trying to wriggle your way out of this meeting because you donât like what Iâm telling you.â
@helaaspindakaasâ
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â you look a wreck. "
"Is it that obvious?"
There's a hint of a chuckle in her voice. Like she just knew that she was going to be called out. Naturally, it was Klaas who noticed it. And when she looked up at him, dark circles under her eyes obvious, and possibly a bit of a blood shot appearance as well, she moved her hand to her head. Pressing her palm to her forehead, she blew a breath from pursed lips.
"Yeah.. I feel like one. I don't suppose you have anything for a nasty headache?"
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@helaaspindakaas || bike bros uniteÂ
Which you should. If you didnât look both ways, youâd be crushed under some idiotâs bike. [ heâs just gonna hold his arm out to prevent the Dane from walking right into traffic. itâs a crosswalk, sure, but bikers will kill you with their insults regardless if you have the right away]
âKlaas-- theyâre Dutch, not an aeroplane pilot losing control and trying to crash land,â He turns and looks at his friend, crossing his arms over his chest. âAnd anyway, Iâm Danish, weâre used to this madness.â But he pauses and waits for Klaas, bouncing u and down somewhat. âUghhh starving.â
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@helaaspindakaasÂ
âKlaas! Thank GODÂ I found ya. I need yer help!â She stood towards him, still trying to catch some breath as she seemed to be in hurry.
#helaaspindakaas#Hey!#thanks for the follow!#and for liking the starter call of course!#hope this is alright!
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Saima could always find themselves drawn to a good bookstore, relishing in the variety of books. The atmosphere of places like this did inspire a certain wonder in them as they moved through the aisles.
Looking at a book of local stories and folklore, it had drawn their attention and as they picked the book from the shelf - the sight of a familiar face drew a small smile in response.
It only seemed to grow when he seemed to recognize them, a certain mirth in their eyes.
âIndeed it has been. Hello, Klaas. Itâs good to see you. â
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Where can I get the cheese tits.
[Vincenzoâs eyes drop to the big boyâs chest and then back up] [???]
Cheesier than the ones you already have?? [Is that possible???]
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@helaaspindakaasâ // x
âSi, si! I understand.â
In one ear and out the other. Warnings slid off him without care as Antonio settled on splaying out on the other mans couch. With wiggling into a more comfortable position he than shooed the Dutch man.Â
âGo shower. I wonât do anything. I promise.âÂ
That was a lie.Â
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@helaaspindakaas || tulip bros
âWith all these boxes of roses? Absolutely.â Tending the garden all day was tough work, but Klaas relished in the monotony. It was soothing despite being terrible for his knees. The money certainly made it more worthwhile.
With that he waits for open arms to put the next to last wooden box of roses into his brothers arms. âValentineâs Day orders are coming in larger quantities than I imagined. And thatâs domestic orders.â He rests the box on his hip, the other hand waving in the location of the processing greenhouse. It was ridiculously packed with similar containers on the workbenches, ready to be wrapped in cellophane and those little bottles to hold water and plant food so they wouldnât wilt.
âValentines is overrated,â Bastian muttered, picking up the box of roses and balancing it on his forearm. He waited for his brother and huffed out a quiet laugh, following him towards the greenhouse. âHow many are you shipping out of the country?â Bastian asked. He sat down the box on a bench with a soft groan, rubbing the back of his head as he leaned against a counter. âJesus, I donât think Iâve ever seen so many flowers.â Bastian looked at Klass and bit his lip. âNikki--â He rubs the back of his head. âWhat do I get my wife for Valentineâs? You know her; sheâll want extravagance. Weâve been together for years; Iâm running out of ideas.â
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@helaaspindakaasâ || long time no see
[ iMessage: Emma ] well you know how he is. if you want to come over, door's unlocked. I know it's been a while.
[ iMessage: Klaas ] always more worried than he needs to be? Iâm incredibly aware
[ iMessage: Klaas ] ah, i wouldn't be intruding, would I? Iâm nearby.Â
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@helaaspindakaasâ said: " be careful. " (any hetalia muse!)
    âCareful? Iâm always careful.â Basch huffs softly as he brushes a few stray strands of his hair out of his own face. âI donât know about anyone else, but I should be the least of your worries..!â
#;ic#helaaspindakaas#;Everything will be answered in time. | Asks#;In Bern: Basch Zwingli#[ lmao sorry basch has been a knocking ]
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@helaaspindakaas | x
This man, honestly. Sera calls back as she searched for an anti-inflammatory and a lozenge, âItâs probably just a cold. Youâre being pathetic.â
She appears by his side minutes later with a glass, a handful of pills, and a warm rag. âIâm not in the mood to hurt you today. Sit up and take these.â
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@helaaspindakaas / / x
âOkay, sure, you can just leave me here in your house alone. Iâll be sure to leave it unlocked and invite some random animal in when I leave.â A snarky response naturally jabbed the man without care for how his words landed on the other.Â
He needed only to sort through the work theyâve done today anyways. Having not a sprinkle of trust in this sick Dutch bastard to do it correctly in his useless state. Ivan was busy. Spending his afternoon in the other mans home was truly not how heâd like to spend his time. Hoping he wouldnât miss his flight over the othersâ cold.Â
âHave fun in the cold!â Ivan smiled.Â
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the social season is upon us. kill me now.
bridgerton sentence starters | accepting!
âOh, thereâs an easy solution for that. When youâre around people, just say whatever comes to your mind, even if itâs something bizarre. In fact, thatâs probably better. Most people will be put off by it and will keep their distance. But the ones who arenât, are the only people you should bother talking to. Or... well, sometimes they might just happen to be a psychopath, but thatâs usually not the case. You should be fine.âÂ
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Just thought I'd stop by before summer ended and everything dies again.
"I think that Autumn can remind us that change can be beautiful." Lara replied, turning her attention to some of the plants that were near her steps. Reaching out to touch some of the leaves, she watched as they fell down to the stone steps, having lost some of their color as cooler temperatures were on the way.
"But.. It is sad to see the plants that I have spent so much time loving and caring for die each year." She stepped to the side a bit, inviting the taller man to enter.
"It's nice to see you though. What have you been up to?"
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[sms] thank fuck you're back. any chance i can get you to fill in for a meeting this week. as a capital, not for me. it's a city planning/budget one. i will owe you one favor
[ iMessage: hermit boss ] keep good on your promise of a favour and Iâll do it.Â
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