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Last night was creepy when Scott went out to the only place that allowed a number of true friends to play catch with a young group of friends. Stiles often stumbled upon something on the way to the last party which was covered in goo that he had to see if the goo had been about to see something. How did they
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I can feel it, not the chaos of consciousness,
but the elegant purity of energy operating on impulse alone 🐉
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