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Joh!

So I got bored and drew Jolie. From Wanted. I figured if I couldn’t replicate her train stunt I might as well still keep some memory of her.

So there.



(Ignore the outline of clothes in the white parts.)

(Ignore the 60s look the picture has.)

(Ignore the picture.)


P.S. A gun was supposed to appear. It didn’t. I got lazy and stopped after doing the hair. Don’t judge me. Or…maybe judge me, if you want. Anas is coming. 
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  1. Unknown11 June 2016 at 12:37

    Look what u did to my crush! You made her look diabolic. You're mean. Nice work though

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  2. Debbienho16 June 2016 at 16:33

    Thanks!

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