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⩥Rɛɠuɩus Aɾctuɾus ßɩɑcĸ never thought he'd get attached to someone, let alone someone he'd lose so easily. ⩥Aɾɖɛη Poɩɑɾis Mɑɾιɛy was either someone you loved or someone you hated. you either loved her ability to be a ray of sunshine, or hated her joy at seven in the morning. When the brown haired girl offered tissues...