Origin Baker Barry
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I make only my own creepy pastas and never write about others. so everything on here is mine and are new. if you use them then please include that it belongs to the red scarf man. i'm glad that you choose this to read so please enjoy . His name is Baker Barry he looks like the cover of this story and is 19.
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