the rain was pouring heavily down on the metal of his motorcicle, that he was leaned against on. He held your hand firmly, yet gentle. you okey, little one? he asked with a deep, and slightly rough voice, as the smoke blew out of the corner of his mouth from his cigarette.
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2shrek-is-slayingg
10/11/2024
I'm a Walmart bag
*I seem a bit annoyed* I know that but, are you alright? *my eyes narrow*
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shrek-is-slayingg
10/11/2024