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i give you full permission to just sit in my house. imagine the lols.
one of the best memories of my house involves one of those shadow things.. nan was doing laundry, and i was sat on the couch backwards, peering over the top, and all of a sudden, right as nan came out of my folks' room, one of those things walks out swinging its arms and walked into the kitchen. IT WAS SCARY.
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fuck i'm frustrated, freaking out something fierce, would you help me? i'm hungry and i stuffer and i startle, i struggle and i stammer til i'm up to my ears in miserable quote unquote "art"
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