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~1926~
The fridged New York winter got the best of me, my teeth chattered as I pulled the pathetic torn blanket around my frost bitten skin, ice gathered on my boots as if a reminder that winter was only just beginning.
I felt warmth, a calling to a better life. For me? There is no such thing. I'm an outcast. Freak of nature. Even my own father cast me to the streets...
*Hey my loves, I'm back at it creating more content for yall thirsty asses. This one here has a few suggestive themes so rated M for mature ♡
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