Skating into our own universe~ Maxley
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Dernière publication dim., juin 2, 2024
Max has been acting... off to say the least, he was more tired, never seemed to be home, more on edge and more anxious. Thats how Bradley would describe it anyway, to Max he seems normal. So the question is whats going on?
MAJOR TWS SO FAR-
SLURS
DISCRIMINATION
MENTIONS OF KNIFES
SLIGHT VIOLENCE
Tous Droits Réservés
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