Bell's tough time
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This is in bells point of view I'm hoping there's like a more consistent thing to make this happen.
all that's important to know is for right now is that
Bell goes by it/its and so does Heartburn
Bell is a clown
Heartburn is a mime.
Heartburn is not my oc I'm trying to do it justice!!
if I'm describing signing I am talking about asl
I accept Constructive criticism!
I am thinking of a plan to make this work! like weekends and stuff??
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