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Ripped Stitches [DISCONTINUED]
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Anti was alone. That was no lie. He was homeless too, until the doctor came along, and thought Anti deserved another chance. He was still alone, but maybe that's fixable.
It's strange, how you can stitch something together so easily..
..it's also strange, how easily you can tear it apart again.
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