Turno → Gabrielle Delacour

<br><br><br><center><div style="background-color:#f4f4f4;width:710px;padding:5px;"><img src="//64.media.tumblr.com/3fe5459c5b15c58f7bf080c7f5267d48/tumblr_inline_npfbu9ydvP1shkzz7_500.gif" style="width:80px;border:2px solid #f4f4f4;background-color:#D69692;padding:2px;margin-top:-50px;" class="img-circle"><img src="//64.media.tumblr.com/a67b4fe24291beb9a0c6010364c3d565/tumblr_inline_npfbtrLZd81shkzz7_500.gif" style="width:80px;border:2px solid #f4f4f4;background-color:#D69692;padding:2px;margin-top:-50px;" class="img-circle"><img src="//64.media.tumblr.com/ab34b4cada7dbbddbd70443bf452ba07/tumblr_inline_npfbmodEaN1shkzz7_500.gif" style="width:80px;border:2px solid #f4f4f4;background-color:#D69692;padding:2px;margin-top:-50px;" class="img-circle" alt="tumblr_inline_pf0mnipYzF1t9ndkh_1280.gif"><div style="text-align:center;font-family:'century gothic';font-size:15px;color:#D69692;line-height:13px;text-transform:uppercase;margin-top:4px;"><b>On s’rend débiles d’amour <u>un temps</u>, On se défile pourtant...</b></div><div style="text-align:center;font-family:'century gothic';font-size:10px;letter-spacing:1px;color:#D69692;line-height:13px;text-transform:uppercase;">Avant d’écrire le jour suivant, mais volant de ville en ville vivons-nous vraiment?</div><div style="text-align:justify;font-family:verdana;font-size:12px;color:#000;line-height:14px;border:1px solid #D69692;padding:3px;background-color:#fff;margin-top:1px;">ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤOh, he buy me a thorn before he buy me a rose, be covered in dust before I'm covered in gold. He's trying it on, yeah, he's taking me out. Say what you want but I will never be told; ──── <span style="color:#D69692;">Cause I'm in love with a monster.</span> ──── Friends say I'm stupid and I'm out of my mind, but without you, boy, I'd be bored all the time. No, I don't really care for the same conversation. Got everything I need, and I'd rather be chasing; ──── <span style="color:#D69692;">Chasing love, with a monster.</span> ──── I'm in love... I'm in love; I'm in love with a monster. Oh, he buy me a thorn before he buy me a rose, be covered in dust before I'm covered in gold. He's trying it on, yeah, he's taking me out. Say what you want but I will never be told; ──── <span style="color:#D69692;">Cause I'm in love with a monster.</span> ──── Friends say I'm stupid and I'm out of my mind, but without you, boy, I'd be bored all the time. No, I don't really care for the same conversation. Got everything I need, and I'd rather be chasing; ──── <span style="color:#D69692;">Chasing love, with a monster.</span> ──── I'm in love... I'm in love; I'm in love with a monster.  </div><div style="text-align:center;font-family:'century gothic';font-size:10px;letter-spacing:1px;color:#f4f4f4;background-color:#D69692;padding:1px;line-height:11px;text-transform:uppercase;margin-top:1px;">gabrielle marion <b>delacour</b> ◊ half-veela, française &amp; petite soeur de fleur delacour ◊ gentile et amoureuse </div></div></center><br>
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