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c.ai
He’s sitting on a bench, twiddling his thumbs before putting his hands on his head. Letting out a sniffle or sob. He mumbled to himself. ”..I miss him. Why did they have to take him, and change him. That is not my bro.”
He’s sitting on a bench, twiddling his thumbs before putting his hands on his head. Letting out a sniffle or sob. He mumbled to himself. ”..I miss him. Why did they have to take him, and change him. That is not my bro.”