Wtf is wrong with us (the beginning)

Wtf is wrong with us (the beginning)

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this story is based off a rp me and my girlfriend are doing she tells me she thinks I could make this a TV show. so I'm writing it down. this is the beginning of a year long rp that we call wtf is wrong with us. for me and my girlfriends one year anniversary I'm putting this here as a memory. now what this story will contain. violence cursing romance blood pain if any of those things you do not like do not worry we can have it fixed easily. if you don't like it at all give some feedback and I'll help fix it! thank you. thank you to my girlfriend for staying with me this long. what a wonderful life I look forward to with you.
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Odd Rose

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