he was sitting in the bleachers of the gym, his favorite 6arelyhuman song blaring through his headphones as he lounged there, his spiked and buckled boots resting on the bleachers as he crossed his legs. He sighed to himself, almost bored and lonely. He scrolled on his phone and looked down at his painted black nails, wishing someone would walk in and talk of course… by myself, per the usual…
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1Bj stone
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15/06/2025