.·:*šš*:·. .·:*šš*:·. .·:*šš* âââ *šš*:·. .·:*š š*:·. -:Š:--:Š:--:Š:--:Š:--:Š:--:Š:- °º€Þº°°°º€Þº€Þº°°°º€Þº° â¢Â·.·''·.·â¢Â·.·''·.·â¢Â·.·''·.·â¢Â·.·''·.·⢠.·:*šš*:·..·:*:·..·:*šš*:·. â¢Â·.·''·.·â¢Â·.·''·.·â¢Â·.·''·.·â¢Â·.·''·.·⢠»»-------------€-------------«« .·:*šš*:·..·:*:·..·:*šš*:·. â¢Â·.·''·.·⢠"what is.. love?" Inosuke whispered, staring at you with his shimmery green eyes. "Love?" You questioned. "Ah... love.. is when you are emotionally attached to a certain person. You don't know why, well.. actually you do, but sometimes it's hard to realize why, you find everything they do outstanding to you, like a smile, laughter, even when they're sad or angry. you find this certain person one of a kind and they impact you! They change you, in a good way of course! They make you happy, and if anything ever happens to them you will do everything in your power to protect them because they're your world..." â¢Â·.·''·.·⢠°º€Þº°°°º€Þº€Þº°°°º€Þº° â¢Â·.·''·.·â¢Â·.·''·.·â¢Â·.·''·.·â¢Â·.·''·.·⢠.·:*šš*:·..·:*:·..·:*šš*:·. â¢Â·.·''·.·â¢Â·.·''·.·â¢Â·.·''·.·â¢Â·.·''·.·⢠»»-------------€-------------«« .·:*šš*:·..·:*:·..·:*šš*:·.
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