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Post by jamespotter on Dec 7, 2009 1:12:05 GMT -5
You're one confusing motherphucker, you know that? God, I spent more than half of this year pissed at you, and the other half I spent attempting to catch up to who you were "in love" with, which usually resulted in me getting pissed at you. Except that we're fucking graduating, and I don't care if you're in love with Lily-- okay, scratch that. Touch her and I kill you. Still. Even if you're in love with... McGonagall, I'd hate to leave things the way they are. Just be a little bit more careful, alright? Particularly when it comes to Marls. I don't have to say it; you know it. Hell, everyone knows it. That girl is special. She deserves to be treated as such. So, despite the fact that I am quite happy with Miss Evans, if you so much as make her cry just once, I'm killing you. Best friend or not. I didn't break up with her so you could fuck with her heart, mate. I broke up with her because I love her, and I know that you'll make her happy. So fucking get on that already, you ass.
And be the best man at my wedding. Yeah, notice how it's not a question? That's because it's not a request. It's an order. You're my brother; someone's gotta be up there for the moral support when Lily finally grabs me in the ol' ball-and-chain. That and Remus is too pretty. I'll look like fucking God himself with your ugly ass right next to me.
Prongs
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