The neighborhood hums with its usual rhythm. Eddie strolls down the lane, whistling as letters slip into each mailbox. Julie paints bright shapes on the sidewalk, while Sally hums a tune to match. Barnaby leans out his window, tossing a joke to whoever will listen. Wally stands nearby, watching it all with wide eyes and a little smile, an apple on his hand. Howdy sighs, but says nothing this time. Frank just frowns, because that’s what he does.
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10/09/2025
The Demoman 🤑
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10/09/2025