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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>Gus Hummel, 16, junior at Our Lady of Perpetual Sorrows.</description><title>Just Gus, bitte.</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @augustushummel)</generator><link>http://augustushummel.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>Man, I had a really weird dream last night.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ly50wkojte1rnbv1bo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://augustushummel.tumblr.com/post/16295002296</link><guid>http://augustushummel.tumblr.com/post/16295002296</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Jan 2012 18:17:19 +0100</pubDate><category>lol</category><category>I couldn't help it</category></item><item><title>Thanks || Kristina &amp; Gus</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://kristinalovesthesun.tumblr.com/post/16017746004/augustushummel-his-hands-trailed-after-her" target="_blank"&gt;kristinalovesthesun&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;His hands trailed after her as she stepped away, but something held his body back. He ran a hand through his hair, not worrying about the fact that it would be standing on end probably. He wasn’t really sure what was happening, what he should be doing, only he knew it wasn’t just stand there. Something told him to apologize, but for what he wasn’t sure. Something told him to go to her, and he almost listened to that part, taking a step towards her before something else spoke to him. This one told him to reel himself back in, that he had overstepped the bounds of propriety already. So he slipped his hands into his pockets and looked at the roof beneath their feet. “If that’s what you want,” he replied quietly.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;She nodded her head “Yeah it is” It felt so cold now that she wasn’t in his arms, of course she had to go ruin this too. She shivered as another wind picked up and wrapped her arms around herself. “I should be getting back, its getting late” she didn’t even look at him and walked past him. She walked to the door before realizing she had no idea how to get back to her room. She started to mentally yell at herself, but she kept on going hoping he wouldn’t see her hesitation.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Gus watched her go silently. He barely knew her, so who was he to go after her? When she disappeared down the stairs, he stepped back and sat on the stone barrier at the edge of the roof. The fireworks were still flashing around him in the sky, but he barely noticed. He sat there for a time; how long, he wasn&amp;#8217;t sure. But when he noticed that the explosions had ceased, he noticed that his arms were almost shaking with cold. Standing, he looked around and headed back inside. He passed no one on his way to his room and closed the door silently behind him.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://augustushummel.tumblr.com/post/16155665972</link><guid>http://augustushummel.tumblr.com/post/16155665972</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Jan 2012 05:07:02 +0100</pubDate><category>dammit I've tried to reply to this like four times and keep not getting it posted</category><category>arg</category></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxyaiuqTpO1r8p8t9o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://augustushummel.tumblr.com/post/16009965511</link><guid>http://augustushummel.tumblr.com/post/16009965511</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Jan 2012 17:16:06 +0100</pubDate><category>not enough blondish not retarded pictures of Jackson</category></item><item><title>Thanks | Gustina? She didnt pull back from the hug and...</title><description>&lt;a href="http://kristinalovesthesun.tumblr.com/post/15995008171/augustushummel-thanks-gustina-she-didnt"&gt;Thanks | Gustina? She didnt pull back from the hug and...&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;blockquote&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://augustushummel.tumblr.com/post/15994429565/thanks-gustina" target="_blank"&gt;augustushummel&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;She didnt pull back from the hug and looked out at the fireworks “One  of  the better ones” she laughed a bit. “You never answered my  question”  She whispered extremely  quietly running her fingers through  her hair.  She regretted once she said and closed her eyes, thinking  that she was  too forward.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Gus smiled as she laughed. He was glad she was in better spirits. He  wasn’t upset she was in his arms. He watched as she ran a hand through  her hair, then registered her statement. “Which question?” he asked,  fairly certain he knew which one.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;She walked back to the railing and looked away from him. She shook  her head and exhaled the breath she didnt even know she was holding this  entire time. “Just forget it” She whispered, Not really sure who she  was talking either herself or him.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;His hands trailed after her as she stepped away, but something held his body back. He ran a hand through his hair, not worrying about the fact that it would be standing on end probably. He wasn’t really sure what was happening, what he should be doing, only he knew it wasn’t just stand there. Something told him to apologize, but for what he wasn’t sure. Something told him to go to her, and he almost listened to that part, taking a step towards her before something else spoke to him. This one told him to reel himself back in, that he had overstepped the bounds of propriety already. So he slipped his hands into his pockets and looked at the roof beneath their feet. “If that’s what you want,” he replied quietly.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://augustushummel.tumblr.com/post/16009942723</link><guid>http://augustushummel.tumblr.com/post/16009942723</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Jan 2012 17:15:24 +0100</pubDate><category>aw</category><category>sad face</category></item><item><title>hayleetrevantley:

Is anyone else going to fail midterms? I don’t understand why we need a midterm...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://hayleetrevantley.tumblr.com/post/15966634909/is-anyone-else-going-to-fail-midterms-i-dont" target="_blank"&gt;hayleetrevantley&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Is anyone else going to fail midterms? I don’t understand why we need a midterm in optometry… All we’re doing is learning to use machines to check eyes. I’M SO TIRED. &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;m sure you&amp;#8217;ll do fine. You just have to push through the last obstacle. Or, well, the next big obstacle.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Sorry, that wasn&amp;#8217;t as helpful as I&amp;#8217;d planned.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://augustushummel.tumblr.com/post/15994664413</link><guid>http://augustushummel.tumblr.com/post/15994664413</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Jan 2012 06:09:00 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Thanks | Gustina?</title><description>&lt;a href="http://kristinalovesthesun.tumblr.com/post/15818340103/augustushummel-gus-let-her-pull-him-over-to"&gt;Thanks | Gustina?&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She didnt pull back from the hug and looked out at the fireworks “One of  the better ones” she laughed a bit. “You never answered my question”  She whispered extremely  quietly running her fingers through her hair.  She regretted once she said and closed her eyes, thinking that she was  too forward.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Gus smiled as she laughed. He was glad she was in better spirits. He wasn’t upset she was in his arms. He watched as she ran a hand through her hair, then registered her statement. “Which question?” he asked, fairly certain he knew which one.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://augustushummel.tumblr.com/post/15994429565</link><guid>http://augustushummel.tumblr.com/post/15994429565</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Jan 2012 06:03:52 +0100</pubDate><category>woo I suck</category><category>also my computer is being stupid</category></item><item><title>Text: Gus &amp; Kristina</title><description>Kristina: Hello :)&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Gus: Hey. How are you?</description><link>http://augustushummel.tumblr.com/post/15814943970</link><guid>http://augustushummel.tumblr.com/post/15814943970</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Jan 2012 06:45:57 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Thanks || Kristina &amp; Gus</title><description>&lt;a href="http://augustushummel.tumblr.com/post/14883458367/thanks-kristina-gus"&gt;Thanks || Kristina &amp; Gus&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://kristinalovesthesun.tumblr.com/post/15215626703/thanks-kristina-gus" target="_blank"&gt;kristinalovesthesun&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;He smiled as she voiced concern about the stairs to the roof. It was one of those rules that was never really followed or enforced, at least not until something bad happened. He was even pretty sure the La Rosa kids had used it on more than one occasion. As Kristina looked around, he stood back and watched her. He had hoped that it would take her mind off things, and it appeared to be working. “Happy New Year,” he said.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Kristina felt like a little kid again and completely forgot that she was crying half an hour ago. She gently pulled him to the edge of the school “Thank you for bringing me here” She looked around and pointed to the clock and it read a minute to midnight “Happy new years” she gently hugged him and smiled at him.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Gus let her pull him over to the edge of the roof, and he leaned on the stone railing next to her. “You’re welcome,” he told her when she thanked him. “I thought you might enjoy it.” He hugged her back, a smile on his face as well. “Has it been a good year?” he asked as the minute ticked away.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://augustushummel.tumblr.com/post/15814899042</link><guid>http://augustushummel.tumblr.com/post/15814899042</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Jan 2012 06:44:50 +0100</pubDate><category>DAMN</category><category>first week of school</category><category>augh</category></item><item><link>http://augustushummel.tumblr.com/post/15631745903</link><guid>http://augustushummel.tumblr.com/post/15631745903</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Jan 2012 21:48:36 +0100</pubDate><category>I'm back</category><category>waiting on my school to figure their shit out here</category><category>ugh</category></item><item><title>I&amp;#8217;m super sorry I&amp;#8217;ve not been on for a few days. I hate to say, but I&amp;#8217;ll be gone...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;!-- more --&gt;I&amp;#8217;m super sorry I&amp;#8217;ve not been on for a few days. I hate to say, but I&amp;#8217;ll be gone for the weekend, too. But then I should be back for most of the time after that. It&amp;#8217;s not lack of interest, it was just a complete lack of time these past few days. I really don&amp;#8217;t have the time right now to be poking tumblr. D:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;ll see you next week!&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://augustushummel.tumblr.com/post/15400891587</link><guid>http://augustushummel.tumblr.com/post/15400891587</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Jan 2012 16:54:55 +0100</pubDate><category>ooc</category></item><item><title>Thanks || Kristina &amp; Gus</title><description>&lt;a href="http://augustushummel.tumblr.com/post/14883458367/thanks-kristina-gus"&gt;Thanks || Kristina &amp; Gus&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://kristinalovesthesun.tumblr.com/post/15167160037/thanks-kristina-gus" target="_blank"&gt;kristinalovesthesun&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Kristina smiled and followed him quietly, never pulling her hand away from his. When they reached the secret hallway she whispered “Are you sure we should do this?” but she kept going. She gasped at the view from up there and felt the chilly air “Oh my gosh, It’s so pretty up here” She heard the minute countdown faintly away&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;He smiled as she voiced concern about the stairs to the roof. It was one of those rules that was never really followed or enforced, at least not until something bad happened. He was even pretty sure the La Rosa kids had used it on more than one occasion. As Kristina looked around, he stood back and watched her. He had hoped that it would take her mind off things, and it appeared to be working. “Happy New Year,” he said.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://augustushummel.tumblr.com/post/15206043061</link><guid>http://augustushummel.tumblr.com/post/15206043061</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Jan 2012 23:52:20 +0100</pubDate><category>oof</category><category>been crafting so much</category></item><item><title>Thanks || Kristina &amp; Gus</title><description>&lt;a href="http://augustushummel.tumblr.com/post/14883458367/thanks-kristina-gus"&gt;Thanks || Kristina &amp; Gus&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://kristinalovesthesun.tumblr.com/post/15120281403/thanks-kristina-gus" target="_blank"&gt;kristinalovesthesun&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Kristina grabbed a napkin and wiped her eyes and rid to make herself look presentable “Nope, How about you?” She said smiling and joking “So who are you going to kiss at midnight?” She said without looking at him.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;He smiled. “Just my parents’ usual party, but that’s a little out of the way I feel,” he said. “I hadn’t really thought about spending tonight with anyone really,” he added, also not looking at her. Suddenly he looked up. “I have an idea,” he said, with a glint in his eye. He slid from under her legs to stand up, then offered her a hand. “Come on,” he said.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;She smiled up at him and held his warm hand as she stood up “Where are we going?” She asked not really caring, She trusted him. She stayed close to him.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Gus put a finger to his lips and hurried out of the cafeteria. They climbed up a number of the large staircases to the top floor, then he led her down a hallway, making a few turns. They soon came to a smaller wooden door. He tried the handle and it was unlocked, as it tended to be, whether the school meant it to be or because it got picked so often. Behind the door was a small spiral staircase in the same stone as the rest of the building, leading to another door at the top. Pushing this one open, Gus led Kristina onto the roof of the main portion of the school. Around them, they could see small bursts of light from the fireworks families were setting off, and larger displays in the distance from sanctioned events.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://augustushummel.tumblr.com/post/15139932271</link><guid>http://augustushummel.tumblr.com/post/15139932271</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Jan 2012 21:53:31 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Thanks || Kristina &amp; Gus</title><description>&lt;a href="http://augustushummel.tumblr.com/post/14883458367/thanks-kristina-gus"&gt;Thanks || Kristina &amp; Gus&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://kristinalovesthesun.tumblr.com/post/15110681425/thanks-kristina-gus" target="_blank"&gt;kristinalovesthesun&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Kristina let the tears fall. She felt his hand touch her and instantly felt much better. “Thank you” She whispered as she wiped away the tears “I’m sorry I look like an idiot right now don’t i?” She said pushing her hair back behind her ears she glanced at her watch “Its almost New Years” &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Gus smiled a little. “Not in slightest,” he replied to her self-disparaging comment. When she mentioned the time, he checked his watch, too. “So it is,” he said, smiling at her. “Do you know of any festivities happening?”&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Kristina grabbed a napkin and wiped her eyes and rid to make herself look presentable “Nope, How about you?” She said smiling and joking “So who are you going to kiss at midnight?” She said without looking at him.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;He smiled. “Just my parents’ usual party, but that’s a little out of the way I feel,” he said. “I hadn’t really thought about spending tonight with anyone really,” he added, also not looking at her. Suddenly he looked up. “I have an idea,” he said, with a glint in his eye. He slid from under her legs to stand up, then offered her a hand. “Come on,” he said.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://augustushummel.tumblr.com/post/15111392743</link><guid>http://augustushummel.tumblr.com/post/15111392743</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Jan 2012 04:39:05 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Thanks || Kristina &amp; Gus</title><description>&lt;a href="http://augustushummel.tumblr.com/post/14883458367/thanks-kristina-gus"&gt;Thanks || Kristina &amp; Gus&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://kristinalovesthesun.tumblr.com/post/15109818950/thanks-kristina-gus" target="_blank"&gt;kristinalovesthesun&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Kristina let the tears fall. She felt his hand touch her and instantly felt much better. “Thank you” She whispered as she wiped away the tears “I’m sorry I look like an idiot right now don’t i?” She said pushing her hair back behind her ears she glanced at her watch “Its almost New Years” &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Gus smiled a little. “Not in slightest,” he replied to her self-disparaging comment. When she mentioned the time, he checked his watch, too. “So it is,” he said, smiling at her. “Do you know of any festivities happening?”&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://augustushummel.tumblr.com/post/15110514852</link><guid>http://augustushummel.tumblr.com/post/15110514852</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Jan 2012 04:10:17 +0100</pubDate><category>it's just after ten</category></item><item><title>Thanks || Kristina &amp; Gus</title><description>&lt;a href="http://augustushummel.tumblr.com/post/14883458367/thanks-kristina-gus"&gt;Thanks || Kristina &amp; Gus&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://kristinalovesthesun.tumblr.com/post/15104150771/thanks-kristina-gus" target="_blank"&gt;kristinalovesthesun&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Kristina looked down “Nope, they just sent me here and that was it. I haven’t heard from them in a bout 2 weeks i think’ She said trying to cover her eyes so he didn’t notice the tears. &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Gus saw her start to cry and paused. He didn’t want Kristina to be upset, but then he knew some people believed that crying was sometimes the cure. He didn’t want to dismiss her concerns, either. Leaning over, he set his glass down on the table, then took one of her hands in his and just held it. He hoped in earnest it wasn’t too forward of him, or that she would pull away, though he didn’t really admit to the second one.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://augustushummel.tumblr.com/post/15108934216</link><guid>http://augustushummel.tumblr.com/post/15108934216</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Jan 2012 03:18:48 +0100</pubDate><category>what have you done to Gus?</category><category>it's always the new girls</category><category>(;</category></item><item><title>Thanks || Kristina &amp; Gus</title><description>&lt;a href="http://augustushummel.tumblr.com/post/14883458367/thanks-kristina-gus"&gt;Thanks || Kristina &amp; Gus&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://kristinalovesthesun.tumblr.com/post/15086375951/thanks-kristina-gus" target="_blank"&gt;kristinalovesthesun&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Kristina looked at him and said with truthful eyes “I’m sure you will be an amazing doctor” She bit her lower lip and said “I don’t know, I’ve actually never told anyone that i want to be a lawyer” She whispered.&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;p&gt;Gus smiled and looked away. “Well, I try,” he said. When she said no one knew, he looked a bit perplexed. “Don’t they know what you’re studying?” he asked. Perhaps it was because he was trying to go into his father’s line of work, but his parents seemed to keep up with his studies as much as he did.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://augustushummel.tumblr.com/post/15103714193</link><guid>http://augustushummel.tumblr.com/post/15103714193</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Jan 2012 00:43:27 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>sometimes accents are cool || guslee</title><description>&lt;a href="http://hayleetrevantley.tumblr.com/post/15084460713/augustushummel-yeah-berlin-has-started-to"&gt;sometimes accents are cool || guslee&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;”I shuffle between Korea and Canada every other summer, It’s not easy  but it’s loads of fun.” Haylee did enjoy it although it was very  difficult and often tiring. She hated having two homes and she hated  having her parents yell at each other for every thing.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;“I can imagine. I like to try to visit home for a few weeks in the summer, if I can,” he said, then grinned. “My friends say I sound like an American.”&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://augustushummel.tumblr.com/post/15103574548</link><guid>http://augustushummel.tumblr.com/post/15103574548</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Jan 2012 00:39:43 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>sometimes accents are cool || guslee</title><description>&lt;a href="http://hayleetrevantley.tumblr.com/post/15070877911/sometimes-accents-are-cool-guslee"&gt;sometimes accents are cool || guslee&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;”Wow! I went to Berlin on a business trip with my Dad once! It was very  pretty.” She pulled some hair behind her ear and smiled. ”Canada! My  Dad’s Canadian so I was raised there. We used to live in Nova Scotia but  then we moved to Toronto. Have you ever been to Canada?” She asked,  eyes wide and warm.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;“Yeah, Berlin has started to really become a nice looking city,” he agreed. “It used to be terrifically industrial and dull.” He smiled at her excitement. “No, I can’t say that I’ve made it up there,” he said. “Most of the traveling I’ve done has been around Europe. I mean, I lived there for fifteen years, and here only two.” He shrugged amiably.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://augustushummel.tumblr.com/post/15072447896</link><guid>http://augustushummel.tumblr.com/post/15072447896</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 Dec 2011 08:14:04 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Thanks || Kristina &amp; Gus</title><description>&lt;a href="http://augustushummel.tumblr.com/post/14883458367/thanks-kristina-gus"&gt;Thanks || Kristina &amp; Gus&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://kristinalovesthesun.tumblr.com/post/15070487418/thanks-kristina-gus" target="_blank"&gt;kristinalovesthesun&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Gus tried not to focus too hard on the fact that her legs were in his lap, and mostly succeeded. “About me?” he repeated. “Well, I grew up in Germany, then moved here when my dad got offered a great job. I’m planning on being a doctor, like him. And… that’s about it?” he finished lamely. “What about you?”&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Kristina just smiled when she noticed him blushing “Wow a German doctor. Thats impressive” She told him “Theres really not much to tell I guess, Born and raised in LA, my parents want me to marry someone and be a housewife and have mansions and cars and things like that” She rambled absentmindedly moving her legs a little bit ‘“But i really would love to go to law school” she told him&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Gus shrugged. “I dunno, I doubt I’ll ever get near my dad’s level,” he said matter-of-factly. He listened as she said what her parents wanted, before wrinkling his brow a bit. “So… your parents wouldn’t be happy if you had the house and the car and the rich husband—not that those are important,” he added, glancing at her. “But they wouldn’t be happy if you had all those things, &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; were a lawyer?” he asked. He shifted a little in his seat to face her better, but trying not to disturb her legs.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://augustushummel.tumblr.com/post/15072329650</link><guid>http://augustushummel.tumblr.com/post/15072329650</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 Dec 2011 08:10:58 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Thanks || Kristina &amp; Gus</title><description>&lt;a href="http://augustushummel.tumblr.com/post/14883458367/thanks-kristina-gus"&gt;Thanks || Kristina &amp; Gus&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://kristinalovesthesun.tumblr.com/post/15069446579/thanks-kristina-gus" target="_blank"&gt;kristinalovesthesun&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;She stretched her legs out over is and smiled “Thank you” She said as she reached for another cookie “So tell me some more about yourself” She smiled at him&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Gus tried not to focus too hard on the fact that her legs were in his lap, and mostly succeeded. “About me?” he repeated. “Well, I grew up in Germany, then moved here when my dad got offered a great job. I’m planning on being a doctor, like him. And… that’s about it?” he finished lamely. “What about you?”&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://augustushummel.tumblr.com/post/15070141033</link><guid>http://augustushummel.tumblr.com/post/15070141033</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 Dec 2011 07:18:34 +0100</pubDate><category>Oh man no I feel bad</category><category>don't worry about it</category><category>I need to be sewing anyways</category></item></channel></rss>
