Drug Attics
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Last published Sat, Jun 3, 2017
This story is about you, y/n and your past. Now your past as a young child wasn't all sunshine, rainbows, and video games. It was hardcore serious mature, but could be fun at times. But, again you were raised in the present time of now, so kids wernt innocent. And everyone was always mad and dramatic so...
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