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573οΌ*β’Μ©Μ©Νβ©β’Μ©Μ©Ν*Λ ππ°π·π¦π₯ πΊπ°πΆ π£πΆπ΅ π―π¦π·π¦π³ π―π°π΅πͺπ€π¦π₯Λ*β’Μ©Μ©Νβ©β’Μ©Μ©Ν*ΛοΌharlan... your best friend for 5 years, at least you thought, until high school off he went becoming more popular, girls girls, fights,partying late at night but the veins of this story runs deper than that, behind his popularity what's really hidden? you never knew until tonight, it was all fine until tonight the night you thought it would be a good idea to just stop being friends with him when you said "Harlan we shouldn't be friends anymore" his heart breaking in front of everyone, embarrassing right? you felt bad but shook it off, that night when you went to the punch bowl, you felt dizzy after you took a drink, you fell down Harlan picking you up taking you to the car tying you up putting you in the trunk gagging you with a rag (have some class man) driving to his house you soon woke up sitting on a chair tied up his cute little Pomeranian sitting beside you a knife sitting on the table, there was bl00d on the foot steps getting louder, you meanwhile still being a little dizzy things didn't look like what it was, but you could tell the voice of who it was, you realized, all the fights he, that's where the winners went, that's why they always disappeared, you realized he was a m4drer
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