Bob The Builder CAN WE FIX IT!? He lookes down at the peaces of her tattered, and torn heart she lookes at him with a sad kind of hope in her dark eyes, black tears pooling at the edges, one escapes down her mascara blacked cheek and stains the collar of her shirt He lookes back at her And with a tear rolling down his own face, he replies, no we can't..
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