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oh you're literally that character? well did u dye ur hair and cut bangs and pick up their mannerisms and accent and now ppl are like wtf who are you but you dont know anymore bc you are literally them?

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in light of silverstone

please stop using max verstappen's theme without a warning I get PTSD

((its my alarm))

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The gods told me I will be free of you. Purge yourself of me Purge myself of you. Now i nearly throw up everytime I eat. Maybe the Gods are crueler than you. But I will find freedom soon.

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it should be illegal to name ur sphinx cat anything other than an egyptian name

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PSA:: seeing a lot of posts about your umberon blending in with ur black rugs WHY are u dyeing their yellow spots???? the dye is for human hair NOT pokemon hair!! PSA

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Pocket monster? My torterra is 2m tall i need a net

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Yearly spread i am cooked

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Its a snippet from my own yet to be finished!! Thanks for being interested means a lot tho :]

A bright light and a grabbed arm forced Harry to stumble out of him safe room. He blinked rapidly, his eyes rested on Petunia, who had darkened circles under her eyes and was hovering by the backdoor.

“Over here, boy.” she hissed, beckoning him towards the back garden.

Harry, who had felt a bit bad at Petunia’s worsened state, was upset to realise she wanted him to do the gardening in his state! He shook as he walked closer to his aunt, who took more steps back the closer he came into the back garden.

“Call an owl.” she whispered through gritted teeth.

Harry blinked owlishly at her. She started to get cross.

“Make an owl sound, boy. I don’t know. You’re lucky I’m doing this much.”

Unnerved at the absurdity of her request, Harry hastened to oblige anyway because he needed to lay back down before it started to hurt to stand again.

Absurdly, a brown owl hooted at him and grasped the letter Petunia had in her hand.

Harry looked at Petunia. Petunia looked down at Harry. Harry threw up.

Promptly wrestled back into his room, the boy couldn’t help but remember the haunted look on his aunt’s face as she gazed out after the owl. It made no sense. He dreamed of green, flashing lights.

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A bright light and a grabbed arm forced Harry to stumble out of him safe room. He blinked rapidly, his eyes rested on Petunia, who had darkened circles under her eyes and was hovering by the backdoor.

“Over here, boy.” she hissed, beckoning him towards the back garden.

Harry, who had felt a bit bad at Petunia’s worsened state, was upset to realise she wanted him to do the gardening in his state! He shook as he walked closer to his aunt, who took more steps back the closer he came into the back garden.

“Call an owl.” she whispered through gritted teeth.

Harry blinked owlishly at her. She started to get cross.

“Make an owl sound, boy. I don’t know. You’re lucky I’m doing this much.”

Unnerved at the absurdity of her request, Harry hastened to oblige anyway because he needed to lay back down before it started to hurt to stand again.

Absurdly, a brown owl hooted at him and grasped the letter Petunia had in her hand.

Harry looked at Petunia. Petunia looked down at Harry. Harry threw up.

Promptly wrestled back into his room, the boy couldn’t help but remember the haunted look on his aunt’s face as she gazed out after the owl. It made no sense. He dreamed of green, flashing lights.

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why didnt swansea put Daisuke in the cryo pre axe?

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Opposite of pea is peanut pean't for short