see?
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piss and shit, Thu 13 Jun 2024, 21:00,
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On an overcast afternoon, he donned his vintage raincoat, a relic of a forgotten era, its once vibrant color now a muted whisper of its former self.
The raincoat had a peculiar hole in the hood, an imperfection that Marcello always neglected to mend, as if the coat's flaw mirrored some aspect of his own soul.Fuck you.
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mofaha ┐( ˘_˘)┌ ʅ(́◡◝)ʃ, Thu 13 Jun 2024, 23:14,
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