I stopped by my little Bob Ross shrine that's in my room. It's on the second shelf, which is on top of another shelf, for some reason. I turned on my lava lamp, and prayed to Bob Ross, thanking him for painting our world so beautifully. I put on my pj's, had a snack (a whole block of cheese) and tucked myself into my bed. Underneath the warm, cozy covers, I tossed and turned. I couldn't stop thinking about him. Maybe if this bed... could be shared? Then Ross' work would be restored to its former glory.
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uwu- an ofc fic
Fanfictionwill Jane's uwus spill for Freddie Mercury's love for Bob Ross, or will she not fall for him?
