A young boy, America, was sleepily stumbling around the streets of the town of which he lived. When he passed by others, they whispered to each other, some worried for the boy, others disgusted at his appearance. His hair was a mess, his eyes were cold, and he was barely standing. He didn’t understand why some people hated him. He was just an innocent kid.
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4☆Miss America
27/04/2025
Tomboy_Amethyst
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30/04/2025
☆Miss America
30/04/2025
☆Miss America
30/04/2025