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Last published Wed, Aug 25, 2021
rick flag x y/n .
vvv big warning for smut, gore, etc.
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"i wonder what the fuck got us here sometimes, you know?" i spoke, looking directly at him as the others slept.
he sighed, looking around before looking back to me, "i don't really regret it."
"wha- why? we nearly left you to die dude."
"they did. you didn't." he gave a slight smile as he leaned back, man spreading on the seat.
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none of these characters are mine!!
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