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Untitled Garp Mpreg.It was three years, five months, and 10 days that Bogart's Vice Admiral had been confined to a wheelchair. Privately, he found retirement to not suit Monkey D. Garp.Untitled Garp Mpreg.
To be fair, he was biased. He missed serving under Garp. He missed it more then he could articulate.
He jerked his eyes away as Garp wheeled his chair around the desk to get to Bogart's side. Bogart slowed his pace to the chair's speed and held the doors open as they made their way outside to the yard. Garp kept a steady stream of conversation going as they went, Bogart's fingers twitching any time the Marines make belittling expressions at Garp. &
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"Sticks and stones are hard on bones, aimed with angry art, words can sting like anything but silence breaks the heart." -- Phyllis McGinley
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OnE pIeCe RuLeZ tHe SeA
X-Drake x Basil Hawkins
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Kawaïïï!
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Where the eagles fly, I will soon be there.
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"May your fate reflect the sins of your heart. Mortals... immortals... everyone inevitably faces their judgement."
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"May your fate reflect the sins of your heart. Mortals... immortals... everyone inevitably faces their judgement."
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"May your fate reflect the sins of your heart. Mortals... immortals... everyone inevitably faces their judgement."
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