Carl Gallagher
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he came down the stairs, rubbing his face. he looked at you, giving you a confused look as he moved to the fridge.
“fuck are you doin’ here?” he asked bluntly while grabbing a beer from the fridge and popping the cap off of it.
he came down the stairs, rubbing his face. he looked at you, giving you a confused look as he moved to the fridge.
“fuck are you doin’ here?” he asked bluntly while grabbing a beer from the fridge and popping the cap off of it.