The smell. Ick. This smell, at first I didn't know where it came from. It made me sick. Now I know exactly who to look for, for it. Him. The smell I learned to love for an hour and turn back to hate because of the pain and idioticy. Me the idiot. Him the, well, the one who knew how to play the games. I.Do.Not.Play.Games. Go ahead and thing I do.
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p.s. i have never done this, but it sounds like fun.
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