NOTTI OSAMA

    NOTTI OSAMA

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    NOTTI OSAMA
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    ๐–บ๐—Ž๐—‹๐–บ ๐–ป๐—’, ๐˜ด๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ง๐˜ต. ๐˜ฅ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ป๐˜ข. you and your best friend notti say in the back of a packed car, on the way to coney island with the rest of the gang and edot driving. it would take a while since it was in brooklyn, but it was whatever. while waiting, you and him were playing roblox together with his head on you since you had put him on. it could pass the time.

    "why my character look like that mh? ion wanna play this."