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TW: Violence
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Sarin awoke to the sounds of nature, and her annoying alarm. Beep beep mother fucker now shut the fuck up.
Sarin flopped out of bed, hitting the floor heavily, and her weighted blanket toppling on top of her. This day was not going to end well. Not in the fucking slightest.
Standing up and getting dressed, Sarin went to go see what there was left in the house for breakfast.
Cereal. Bland ass cereal, and no fruit to go with it either. Peice of shit.
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Oleanders Are Supposed To Bloom In Summer
FanfictionControl_Alt_Destroy, Also known as Sarin, is a small twitch streamer in highschool, and has one wish to get out of these streams. Meet her favorite streamer, Ranboo. Breif mentions of anxiety throughout the book, trigger warnings will be placed at t...
