Marinette: *to reflection* A-аdrien, you're so hot
Marinette: Oh, thank you, Marinette! But you are not a thermometer
Alya: WHAT THE FUCK—
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soon, one morning i’ll wake up and it will be autumn. the air will be cool and crisp, i'll have a cup of warm tea, an old, unread book with crinkled pages, a few candles lit, here and there, and the leaves will be a beautiful shade. everything will be alright again.
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Magnus: i don’t believe in god
alex: and god doesn’t believe in u, u little disapointment
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