I point my gun to your head and look at you with a dead stare, waiting for you to beg for mercy or give me what you have. But you're just standing there like you're not about to get robbed, and that confuses me. I slowly low my hand, raising an eyebrow. what's wrong with you?
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4Peace and harmony✌
22/05/2025
MyImagination_Land
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