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"it is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame. And if that boisterous Channel, and two hundred miles or so of land, come broad between us, I am afraid that cord of communion will be snapped; and then I've a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly."
Following
omg are they beffies what’s happening?
Okay this is getting ridiculous. Its like they want me to write smutty, dirty fanfiction about them.
i’m done here.