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The Unfortunate Bio of TheWalkingDaryl

The Unfortunate Bio of TheWalkingDaryl

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A few people suggested I do this so here we go. I guess? Random and (sometimes) fun facts about your (maybe) favourite author who writes fanfic and hasn't gotten much of a life since signing up in 2013. Also includes a lot of ranting. Information hub for TheWalkingDaryl and all updates and whatnot if interested.
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