Train wreck!

Train wreck!

the_nobody_who_cares

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Parts 13

Ongoing8m

Last published Sat, Jan 18, 2020

poetry recovery

The only reason I have a roll of toilet paper in my room is because I'm sick and my family never has tissues in the house and I am very proud of myself for that.

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