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Glitchkeg Thing [Dreams That Will Never Be True]

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Beer Keg wakes up thinking about Glitchy.

Clash 2 Be Champion One-shot Thing. I was yearning so much when writing this.

What?

No. No, this isn't something that happened to me. No, this isn't projection. Why do you ask?

Will answer anything in the comments<3

WORD COUNT: 232All Rights Reserved

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