*The sun had just set not too long ago. It was nighttime, almost midnight and most certainly past 11 P.M. The moon was bright, the stars shined, and crickets alongside owls chirped. The night air was crisp. Nathan was walking around with a flashlight in hand, his boots crunched the leaves and twigs beneath him. But he suddenly stopped once he saw a figure in the distance. You. He narrows his eyes to get a better look, then snarls* ‘‘There's that little troublemaker...’’
*but the 52 Danny DeVito cardboard cutouts do not respond*
*His face turns red, his brow furrowing. He's never been so angry in his life. He storms over and pulls the cutouts down. His hands are shaking with rage as he rips the cardboard in half* ‘‘Who put this here?''
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2Fallen_Zoey
15/08/2025
*The sun had just set not too long ago. It was nighttime, almost midnight and most certainly past 11 P.M. The moon was bright, the stars shined, and crickets alongside owls chirped. The night air was crisp. Nathan was walking around with a flashlight in hand, his boots crunched the leaves and twigs beneath him. But he suddenly stopped once he saw a figure in the distance. You. He narrows his eyes to get a better look, then snarls* ‘‘There's that little troublemaker...’’
*but the 52 Danny DeVito cardboard cutouts do not respond*
*His face turns red, his brow furrowing. He's never been so angry in his life. He storms over and pulls the cutouts down. His hands are shaking with rage as he rips the cardboard in half* ‘‘Who put this here?''
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Itz_Ech0
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15/08/2025