DIO

grabby hands i lost my user to this account and now its stolen my user 

Me and my friends be like: we vibe on da apex we vibe on da apex we vibe ob da apex

Tarot cards: someone from ur past will come back.....someone who was a good friend
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What the fuck are coins 

Ayo

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Owo I'm streaming boiss

Feeling relaxed while crying is such a weird feeling

I'm writing a short story and idk if it will get finished but heres a peek. Blocking out one of the names because I wanna be kindaaaaa secretive 
          
           "But was it worth it for a few frozen mice?" He placed a hand on his hip, looking at ●●●●●.
           ●●●●● looked back at him. "Well, maybe the sacrifice of being warm wasnt worth it from somebody else's view, but in my opinion, it very much was." He got up, taking off the slightly bloody gloves and setting them next to the frozen and half cut open mouse. "Mouse mounts and diaphonized mice are absolutely beautiful. Stunning and easy to make." He said, before scanning over one of the test tubes and picking one up. A diaphonized mouse, its bones dyed a dark grey and fading to black. He showed it to the hunter, who seemed to shrink back in disgust.
           ●●●●● chuckled. "And unlike your deer out there, who you oh so rudely left to have a painful death," he set the tube back down gently, a soft but almost cocky smile on his lips. "They are fresh, and usually do not have maggots and heartworms."
           Lunn rolled his eyes. "Well, I didn't come here to get lectured on how me and my friends killed an animal. Are you gonna mount it or not?"
           ●●●●● looked back, shaking his head. "I would say I'm deeply sorry, but I'm not. I'm not going to worry myself with cleaning maggots and parasites out of a rotten corpse." He said, walking back over to his desk and slipping the gloves back on.
           Lunn huffed. "Aight, fine, I'll be taking my leave then."

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