Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

Where we are; what we’ve become.

Sorry I got shot.

Fuck a bunch of vice president.

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  • You know it’s Friday when you wake up and it’s another Friday entirely and then you wait until it’s almost Saturday as it is
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