blue hair, loose clothes
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❝I have blue hair to be original, I wear loose clothes to remember❞
a/n literally one last freakin' chapter, and my brain decides to diagnose itself with writer's block. woopdi-freakin-doo
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Short stories occasionally broken up by a headcanon idea that I'm sitting on writing. Also for me to get over writer's block.
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