TDA: .OneShot. I won't tellThe Young Goth girl panted as she slammed the door to the trailer shut and collapsed her sore spine against the cold metal. Breathing heavily beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, smudging her heavy outliner down her cheeks. The Goth groaned in pain as her form slid down the sleek metal to the carpeted floor, forcing her head into her hands she clutched her pounding head. A few strands of her teal and black streaked bangs falling into her dark eyes and she let out a small sigh before closing her eyes, not caring about anything going on in the confession trailer around her. It was then when a gruff voice startled her from her migTDA: .OneShot. I won't tell
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"i'm just tan stewie being tan stewie"
- family guy Lulz
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...wait, did I just type that out loud?
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