Grief in the Stereo| Dazai X Male Reader

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The cold snowy streets had nothing to offer as Y/n walked down them. Only the fluttering sound of a birds wings flapped once every minute or so.

'Я чертовски ненавижу холодный, я жил в Санкт-Петербурге, черт возьми!'

Y/n yelled something in his native tongue and kept trudging along in the snow.

'Такой грязный горшок рта брат.' a hand rests on Y/n's shoulder and he spins around fast. He stumbles back.

'Cunt.'

A/n

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