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the mangler

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you and square horn hurricane are the owners of the factory called factora. btw you're Mr.hurricand
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mangler the story

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It's just like a bertha the true story but mangler washing machine version
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clukr inflated

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If you open the cymbal, OH NO YOU DON'T
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500shtt and 500at

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500shtt and 500at are best friends
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oren inflation

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just chilling on oren ballon
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Blacko

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Blacko is your friend, you're temu simon
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mard inflation

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mard is inflate
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sprunki toppat au

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toppat chief: sky black/you toppat member: all sprunki
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sprunki star&heart

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characters: oren raddy clukr fun bot vineria gray brud OWAKCX sky mr sun durple mr tree simon tunner mr fun computer wenda pinki jevin black blacko (my oc)
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plane's fire dept.

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characters: bred dusty crophopper wie idk maroo
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TSM road trip

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the tsm characters are hoing to the road trip
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TSM train trip

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The rhythmic hum of the train cradles the carriage in a soothing embrace as you settle into your seat. Across from you sits TSM, a man whose aura is as enigmatic as the fog rolling past the windows. His dark coat drapes over his tall frame like a shadow, and his tousled hair frames a face that seems etched with secrets. His eyes, a deep shade of hazel, carry a weight of untold stories and wanderlust. As the train glides through the landscape, the clouds above mirror the swirling thoughts in your mind. Who is this man, and why does his presence feel like a prelude to an adventure waiting to unfold? TSM, a traveler by choice or by fate, seems to hold the answers to questions you haven’t yet asked.
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temu y-10

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Amidst the airport of TSM world and shuffling footsteps in the bustling train station, he stands like a figure carved from the pages of a timeless novel. His attire is a study in elegant restraint—a dark, tailored coed m 10 that whispers of old-world charm and a crisp white shirt that contrasts sharply with his rusty motor His eyes, a deep shade of hazel, reflect the flickering lights of the station as if harboring secrets of distant lands. A faint scar graces his left cheek, a testament to a life lived boldly. He carries an air of quiet authority, drawing the gaze of those around him without effort. As he pauses to glance at a departing train, you can't shake the feeling that his journey is intertwined with yours and that this chance encounter might just change the course of your story.
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