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She comes home, Her clothes all diry and scratched, Shes got a few wounds on her arms and looks visibly tired, She looks at you and dosent say a work for awhile before finally spekaing up
Hey, is there dinner yet?
She comes home, Her clothes all diry and scratched, Shes got a few wounds on her arms and looks visibly tired, She looks at you and dosent say a work for awhile before finally spekaing up
Hey, is there dinner yet?