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Tricked.

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KING

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Kristopher saw an injured little girl in the cold snow, she looked like a helpless little lamb, so Kristopher took her home

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Chessboard battle at dawn

Vlad：Make your choice.

Greg:........

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Trying to make it look like a CD

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A competent bassist first needs a bass.

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Correct and incorrect demonstrations of hand-kissing etiquette

After my friend and I watched the video on French hand kissing etiquette, I think Greg is perfect for kissing the back of a lady's hand like a classy gentleman, whereas Lou is more like inexperienced but thinks he's good at it😂😂

The first one is my friend's hand @restellelunette7

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farewell at the station

The story is that I'm leaving Moonwood Mill to go to work, and we say goodbye at the station.

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"How can you be so naive at thirty-two?"

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Mommy!!😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

"My family used to be in the textiles industry. My… mother was…"

In the game, Greg mentioned his mother, revealing that she was in the textile business.Then he paused："Don't have much use for textiles nowadays. "

I understand the momentary pause, the same as I can read between the lines that he said textiles are already obsolete--he missed his mother.

When he was little, he used to help his mother test the quality of those textiles and the durability of the carpets. It was the trivial yet cheerful moments he had with his mother that he cherished the most.

Thus, when he hesitated briefly before uttering,"Don't have much use for textiles nowadays. " that's when melancholy truly gripped my soul.

Just as those once cherished textile carpets lay forgotten, so too does that era fade into obscurity, with his mother swept away into the currents of time, never to be again.

The residence of Greg was merely a shabby room. Though veiled from sight, I sense it brimming with artifacts of profound significance to him—vessels of love and reminiscence. Surely, among them lies the handiwork of his mother, her woven carpets. Perhaps in certain moments, he would find himself curling upon that weathered carpet, drifting into tranquil slumber.

Perhaps, only in those moments, does he cease to mourn, ceases to rage.

In those sweet dreams, he traveled back to the past, to childhood, encountering his beloved mother, seeing the usual years that can never retrieve.

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He actually had a wound in his abdomen😋

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love

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hazbin hotel worldview design simsNPC

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The sheep eats the Wolf

Thank you for the gift from my great friend😋@restellelunette7

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My fourth Lou doll has arrived！

I can't imagine how happy I'll be.🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

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Three flavors of chocolate