The scowl I had plastered on my face screamed out to everyone that I was a mental ward escapee, with a knife in my pocket and a mindset to kill- which was likely the reason why the crowd around the Porsche parked near my car scattered as I approached.
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Let's Be A Retard Together
Short StoryReally, just look at the title. You'll find some jokes in here. This is likely to be discontinued. Nevertheless, enjoy, because this story I was just bored so I felt like doing it. BTW, I recommend reading the SECOND last chapter if you feel like y...
