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Your Fear Suits My Mythos


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I didn't want to go home alone tonight, but I don't know what I'd say to you in the morning. There is no you.

This is the first bout of positive drinking I've had in a while. Amazing. Especially since my relationship with the stuff hasn't been so great as of late.

Packs of wolves, when in Rome, yadda yadda.

You're so fucking hot, like, dude.

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