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I have no idea what this ship would be called, but as a crackship, absolutely. This is amazing 10/10.
I can imagine III treating Washington as a close friend but in reality Washingtons jsut tired of his shit and III knows it and is winding him up even more.
Like that one kid everyone knows that just won't leave you alone but you complain about it to anyone and they're like
"oh he likes you, that's how boys get when they like someone."
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