He's Not a Coward

He's Not a Coward

aGalacticPegasus

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Complete Tue, May 16, 2017<5 mins

I started writing this as an experiment but ended up just venting. This is probably the last story I'll write for a while. I'll hand over TGTB&TGS to @I_liek_Chezbrgrz

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