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guidelines.

i finally decided to move accounts for a number of reasons (number 1 being i really just needed a new start). feel free to unfollow me on this account, & keep in mind that the new url is ‘duplicxted’, just as my old one had been. also, all relationships winnie has established on this account will still transfer over to the other one, so no worries! c:

i finally decided to move accounts for a number of reasons (number 1 being i really just needed a new start). feel free to unfollow me on this account, & keep in mind that the new url is ‘duplicxted’, just as my old one had been. also, all relationships winnie has established on this account will still transfer over to the other one, so no worries! c:

i finally decided to move accounts for a number of reasons (number 1 being i really just needed a new start). feel free to unfollow me on this account, & keep in mind that the new url is ‘duplicxted’, just as my old one had been. also, all relationships winnie has established on this account will still transfer over to the other one, so no worries! c:

i finally decided to move accounts for a number of reasons (number 1 being i really just needed a new start). feel free to unfollow me on this account, & keep in mind that the new url is ‘duplicxted’, just as my old one had been. also, all relationships winnie has established on this account will still transfer over to the other one, so no worries! c:

        “He actually liked me more than I liked him; so I’d pretty much survive even if he         can’t help you in the end,” she mutters in her far too often used, but nonetheless         flawless British accent. Which by the way isn’t her original one, but only a few people         know that. “Who knows? Maybe I could get him to pay us both some drinks. Or the         entire dinner. And if he manages to get you a good grade this semester, even better!         I mean—I wouldn’t start a new thing—I’m totally against making a huge thing out of         a two-night stand—but I wouldn’t be against luring him into giving a little more than         just private lessons in magazine writing.”

“Awh, man--isn't that always the case? I mean, at first it's not that bad--the guy liking you more than you like them--, but then it just ends up becoming a real drag.” It would be a lie to say that there weren't a number of topics in which Winnie had obtained a meager amount of knowledge in that she pretended to be well-informed about. With that said, dating was undoubtedly not one of those topics. In fact, the girl could write an entire book on said matter if she so desired (that's not to say it would actually sell), but her dreams and aspirations were set in stone--none of which had included writing a paperback comprised of dating advice. Of course, that wasn't to say that a book couldn't be a backup plan had her dream career failed to pan out. But, no, her desire to be successful was overpowering, as was her her need to be adored. It was almost pitiful, but a simple book or three would hardly cut it. She couldn't fall short, not now. She had already had a point in her life in which she allowed herself to stray from what she had always wanted. Besides, ambitious men and (mostly) women, had surrounded her throughout childhood, making for a hardheaded and determined young woman. She deemed said traits nothing but necessary in order to live the life of those she'd admired through cheap televisions for all of her nineteen years: the stars of the silver screen. A grin spreads across her lips, features graced with the genuine joy that can be seen in just the one action. It's safe to say she's fond of the other, appreciative of her offer alone. Sure, it would be greatly disappointing had the male suggested not been able to help, but Winifred felt that, as cheesy as it was, it was the thought that counted. Some would simply overlook her over- dramatized plea for help; in fact, most did. “Heck, don't think I could say no to that, 'cause it sounds t'me like we'd all benefit in some way or another. 'Specially the journalist,” she remarks, winking as her lips shift into a cheeky grin.

                “I’m a Hoon, babe. I take my car pretty seriously.”

                “'M real sure that would mean                 a lot more to me if I knew what                 a Hoon was. But trust me, one                 sight a' your death glare an' I                 was able to pick the whole 'I                 take my car seriously' part. 'S                 cool though, guess everybody                 has to have a hobby.”

I mean, humanity can’t be that bad, if there’s girls like you apart of it, right?

[ She's says this with a smile and raised brows, only teasing him. ]