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╰┈➤ ❝I ᴡᴀs sᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ғᴏᴏʟ❞
-ᵖʳᵉᵗᵗʸ ᵍⁱʳˡ // ᶜˡᵃⁱʳᵒ
ˡⁱˢᵗᵉⁿ ᵗᵒ ⁱᵗ ʷʰⁱˡᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ʳᵉᵃᵈ!
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≫𝐎𝐇, 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐈𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 small, I said, how could the killer possibly kill me?, I said, I never go out anyway, I said.
-"HNNGGGGGFUGGHHBLNBLLBLnnn..."
I groaned for the second time that day, sounding like a fish flopping on land.
Guess what? My parents thought it was such a good idea to leave on their business trip without leaving some decent FUCKING FOOD FOR ME, DIDN'T EVEN BOTHER LEAVING A NOTE.
there's almost no food in the fridge.
Here I am, walking back from a 7/11 with 3 bags clinging desperately on my fingers like it was god itself.
Why lord, why? Why must you fucking cut off my blood supply like you did with my parent's love?
Because, my child, you must take one for the team... ˢᵏⁱˡˡ ⁱˢˢᵘᵉ...
What the fuck
Before I can start questioning if god really spoke to me to tell me I had a skill issue, or if I had a concerning amount of xanax in my system, I hear blurred squeals of excitement from beside me, an odd amount of beeps and arcade sounds.
