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so that was a fucking lie

I'm gonna be dead for a week and half. Bye

"Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce.
          Too many bowls of that green, lucky charms.
          The maids come around too much.
          Parents ain't around enough."

ReviewBrah is the man.

I'm alive again. I'm going to make some things here. 

Want me to bury you alive?

I'm alive.

Your tiny shoes were drenched in blood after you took your first baby steps. Ewww gross.
          
          (Announcement: Sorry for being inactive because of school and such. I promise to make more chapters next week.) 

You're a walking bomb. You leave a trail of gasoline everywhere you go, and it only takes a tiny spark to make everything go kaboom. Please avoid sparks, dude.

Jackson is fleeing the sprinting strawberries, gasping and trying to save his own life.
          
          Strawberries are catching up to him.
          
          Jackson is fucked.