The morning brought a grown, from me or my home unit I cannot be sure. The others are prepared for new days. And I… I return to my labor pensive toward what awaits.
*crackle*
*crackle*
*heeeeahhhharrrrshhhhhhhhhhhhhh*
The morning brought a grown, from me or my home unit I cannot be sure. The others are prepared for new days. And I… I return to my labor pensive toward what awaits.
*crackle*
*crackle*
*heeeeahhhharrrrshhhhhhhhhhhhhh*
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