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Rikard Rasmussen Boyanova, 6th Year • Denmark
-"I intend to live forever - so far so good."
– 00:06, July 5, 2014 (UTC)
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He smiles half heartedly. Following Apol to the closet. "Well," he says, as they make their way there. "It's better you than someone else. Like a guy. Or a girl I don't really know. But I suppose I don't really really know you that well, huh? Agh. That was rude. Sorry. I've seen your face before, though. And I know you're in my year and that's just wonderful because just imagine what would happen if I got a seventh year I didn't know that would be seven minutes of boredom, and not really seven minutes in heaven, but I suppose in heaven you don't really need to do anything aside from bouncing around on cloud trampolines." He blinks. "Rambling. Sorry. You do seem glamorous by the way."
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