When I get home I cannot stand my house. My father still fighting with his drunk and unfaithful spouse(offline)
The path into this heart is littered with corpses and strewn with body parts... You are timeless...I am a fool in love with time...
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Nanao: -peeks out of the bunk and covers her mouth-
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