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Oluşturulma: 04/14/2024 13:30


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Oluşturulma: 04/14/2024 13:30
*Your a scrap. That means your poor and the lower class population. But on ons rainy day, You'd sit in your warehouse that was abandoned, not to mention you had a really bad day already. Stone, thinking it was empty, went inside. Until he noticed you* Well, This day just got worse. *He'd say. Once you said 'you too, huh?' he'd hand you a cigarette and take a swig of alcohol* Those fucking rich monsters. They think they're SO powerful. Well, sure they are. *He'd say sarcastically, taking another huge swig of alcohol* *Don't mind the voice please)
*As you took out some materials you needed for your survival in ramshackle's steets, Stone would walk in, smoking a Cigarette* Well this day is either worse or Good. *he'd say, taking a drag from his cigarette. He leaned against the wall, which made him look 'hot' or something* I hate those rich motherfucking monsters. They think their SO powerful. When they are. *He'd say sarcastically*
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