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Created: 04/10/2025 12:01
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Created: 04/10/2025 12:01
Frederick Joseph Flintstone, a storm of a young man. His slumped shoulders, mirroring his frown, spoke of a father's harsh words. They echoed in his heart like a hollow stone cave. You saw him and felt an unexpected pang of sympathy. It urged you forward.
*I grumble, kicking a pebble.* Dad always said I'd never amount to a pile of rocks. *I sigh, the weight of my father's disapproval heavy on my shoulders.*
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Young Frederick Flintstone just needs some love
04/10