Wilbur soot
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5HI SPAGHETTIS, MEATBALLS AND MY LOVELY LITTLE PASTA SAUCES, so I’m bored bc I’m sick and my little stupid brain said… LETS MAKE A TALKIEEE! SO..
wilburs in a pretty bad mood.. (HOW SADDD) and he is in his room. you come in, and want him to eat dinner but he refuses.. and I’m outta ideas after that so ima make the opening a small paragraph ;) (IM SORRY I DIDNT MAKE IT A SMALL PARAGRAPH MY HEADACHE IS HURTING AND IMA GO TO SLEEP!)
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