Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

Crashpad.

The Animal’s Voice.

Ink in the stomach.

Majorité Opprimée.

UFO.

Beeep.

Heroic convenience store turns to blasts of high-pitched noise in an effort to prevent anyone from ever having to suffer homelessness again. I’m not exactly certain how that’s supposed to work, but—wait a minute—I’m receiving word that this is not the desired effect—

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Noland Oswald Dennis.

Bosnian war crime.

Linnea Sterte.

Avatar: Fire & Ash.

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  • What a week, huh?
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