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LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING ABOUT MEAN GIRLS….
AHOY THERE, FANCY PANTS
I speak now, Pottermore, directly to you. You have permitted my friends to enter your site rather than face me yourself. I shall wait for one hour in my inbox. If, at the end of that hour, you have not come to me, have not given me my email, then battle recommences. This time, I shall enter the fray myself, Pottermore, and I shall find you, and I shall punish every last man, woman, and child who has tried to conceal you from me. One hour.
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I am so proud to be part of the Harry Potter generation.
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Do you guys realize how lucky we are?
There will be NO OTHER generation that grew up with the characters of Harry Potter. Yes, they can read the books but they will never ever experience what we’ve experienced. Never. We are legends, all of us. We were and always will be, the Harry Potter generation.
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my sweet puppy Ivan :) can’t wait to see him in a couple weeks
“It’s like you’re homesick for a place that doesn’t even exist.”
It’s real for us.
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for me, never a hard decision. I always picked Charmander. my sister always picked Squirtle. and life was good.
BULBASAUR.
I switched between Charmander and Squirtle. I was a fence sitter. I hate grass types though. BURN THEM WITH FIRE.
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