this prooves trust no one on habbo i have like a circle of m8s over the 2 yrs of being on habbo its become smaller its now shrunk to jst 3 of us me and my 2 m8s ok for some reason one of them ill call him m8 A can't get on their emails so he asked me to go on it and get his pass reminder for habbo so he told me the secret question answer bcos he couldn't remember the pass later on tht day we went offline but my other mate B didn't dureing tht time my m8 A got hacked and all evidence points to m8 B
1st bit of evidence he was in the room while we were discusiing em getting the pass reminder
2nd he kept asking when m8 A's bday was
3rd he won't leave me alone on habbo but atm is ignoring me on the consol
i no most of u will say we shouldn't be discussing each othas pass's bla bla but we fort we could trust each other wot ya think i jst feel slightly betrayed :eusa_booh :eusa_snoo :eusa_naug
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trust no one
I’ll be a story in your head, but that’s okay, because we’re all stories in the end. Just make it a good one, eh? Because it was, you know. It was the best. A daft old man who stole a magic box and ran away. Did I ever tell you that I stole it? Well, I borrowed it. I always meant to take it back. Oh, that box, Amy, you’ll dream about that box. It’ll never leave you. Big and little at the same time. Brand-new and ancient and the bluest blue ever. And the times we had, eh? Would had…Never had. In your dreams, they’ll still be there. The Doctor and Amy Pond and the days that never came.
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I fail to see how you could've completely trusted him if he was able to that to you. I let a friend on my account ages ago for a laugh and he did the same with me. We knew that we could trust eachother because we've known each other for a year. I don't trust many people, but I know if I trust them enough.
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I keep my account to myself and if someone asks me for ago on mine i say make your own.
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he wasn't shareing his habbo account he jst asked me help him get it bk
Originally Posted by baving
I’ll be a story in your head, but that’s okay, because we’re all stories in the end. Just make it a good one, eh? Because it was, you know. It was the best. A daft old man who stole a magic box and ran away. Did I ever tell you that I stole it? Well, I borrowed it. I always meant to take it back. Oh, that box, Amy, you’ll dream about that box. It’ll never leave you. Big and little at the same time. Brand-new and ancient and the bluest blue ever. And the times we had, eh? Would had…Never had. In your dreams, they’ll still be there. The Doctor and Amy Pond and the days that never came.
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