Mr Lantern, get ready - we're flying to Melbourn.
Delivered 11:17 p.m
I meant, Mr Lantern.
Delivered 11:17
For mammon's sake, Mr Linton, I order you to tell me how to stop this phone from changing everything I write. I don't need anyone to correct me. I'm Rigid Ambrose, after all.
Delivered 11:18
Rikkard Ambrose.*
Delivered 11:19
Read 11:22
Yes, sir. IN YOUR DUTY, Mr Rigid, sir.;)
Read 11:23
Oh, besides, sir, that annoying thing which is "correcting you" is called "autocorrect" and it's made for making your life easier.
Read 11:24
I don't think it works. Besides, I don't want anyone to correct me. My English is perfect.
Read 11:25
Nobody's perfect, sir.
Read 11:27
Mr Linton, do you think I'm imperfect?
Read 11:27
Perfectly imperfect would be more accurate.;)
Read 11:28
Adequate. And do you know who you are to me?
Read 11:30
Silly nineteen-years-old teenager with wild feminist dreams and love of Robert Thier's books?
Read 11:32
No, Mr Linton. You're much more than that. You're...
Read 11:33
A bag full of money? Great Britain? Little witch?
Read 11:34
You're the most feisty, dramatic and the most beautiful girl I ever laid my eyes on.
Read 11:35
You're my heart, you're my soul,
I'll keep it shining everywhere I - wait, huh? Really?
Read 11:36
Yes, Mr Linton, indeed.
Read 11:38
We're really flying to Melbourne? Why didn't I know it earlier?
Read 11:38
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Read 11:39
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Dear Mr Ambrose (A Storm and Silence fanfiction)
Short Story[Highest rank: #1 in S&S fanfiction.] Storm and Silence one shots written in dialogues. What would have happened if Lilly and Rikkard lived in the 21st century London? The answer is simple: They would use phones and text... A LOT. *** The book '...
