Amazing....just plain amazing. That is a fantastic location. Great muddy pathway, a great soft wet grassy area, hills to have to try and get up... just an awesome place. Your acting has come a long way too btw. You conveyed nervousness, anxiety and urgency very well...and without a word spoken too.
Not very long ago, I just moved in with my new boyfriend, although we had not known each other for very long. But, a few weeks into living with him, I have started to consider leaving my boyfriend, as the two of us never seem to stop fighting with each other. Lately, however, thing...
Amazing....just plain amazing. That is a fantastic location. Great muddy pathway, a great soft wet grassy area, hills to have to try and get up... just an awesome place. Your acting has come a long way too btw. You conveyed nervousness, anxiety and urgency very well...and without a word spoken too.
Not very long ago, I just moved in with my new boyfriend, although we had not known each other for very long. But, a few weeks into living with him, I have started to consider leaving my boyfriend, as the two of us never seem to stop fighting with each other. Lately, however, things have been getting way out of hand, as my boyfriend has been starting to threaten me and even throw things in my direction. However, I have not been successful in my attempts to find another place to live before ending the relationship.
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