He was beaten, and bruised. But he tried his best to make himself presentable. He stepped up to the door of the place T was currently at. "T. ... I-I need to tell you somthing inportant" his hands began to shake. He didn't want to do this, But when a juggalo has a spiked club raised above your head, you listen. "Im sorry but... gog" he almost couldn't bring himself to say the words he needed to say.
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Equius's Manly Journal
ФанфикD----> here is where I will write down my emotions when I can not have a feelings jam with nepeta. and where I will document my day to day activities. no there will be nothing 100d
