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Let not light see my black and deep desires.
Do so. Do it today.
My roommate’s boyfriend sat there and murdered them on the controller while I talked to five middle school boys in my best Quin from Daria impression.
“Oh my god, he fell down. Is he dead? Ooooh, I killed one!”
“I loooove the colors when stuff blows up. That orange is like…