“How did you deal with her passing?” asked Sprite.
“I tried marrying a pencil,” chuckled Lucy.
“You didn’t follow through with it, did you?” asked Sprite.
“Nah,” replied Lucy. “Yuffie talked me out of it when she met my bride 2B.”
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Little Fears 
Ouch!
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😛 😛
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Who says the pen is mightier than the sword? Or did she just run out of lead?
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Hah, that is possible.
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Lucy better get the lead out.
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Arf, I hope she did!
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Love the last line… bride 2B
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Thank ya. 🙂
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Love it! Sounds like that pencil needed to sharpen up a bit, otherwise the whole relationship was starting to feel pointless.
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Badumtish!
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Not too soft though
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Arf, yup.
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😂
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🙂
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🙂
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Not a pointed comment then!
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Hah! Badumtish.
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It was obviously not meant 2B.
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Arf and narffle.
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😂😂😂
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😛 😛 😛
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A pointless affair. *Sigh
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Hah. 😀
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I have mixed feelings about 2B. It’s complicated… 😏
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That’s drawing it out.
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Nice
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Cheers!
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Some things just cannot be erased…
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Heh, exactly!
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Your point? 🙂
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Badumtish!
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Ah, well of course it is 🙂
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