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“Oh...You’re that new farmer girl/boy, or whatever. Aren’t you? Huh? Oh...I’m Haley. Haley. Hmm... If it weren’t for those clothes you might actually be pretty/cute… Actually, nevermind.”

Miss I was just saying hi...

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The Jojamart Junimo

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me when feeling suspiciously relaxed: what responsibility have i forgotten

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Having 42k followers on many other sites would make you a minor celebrity and may even turn a profit, having 42k followers on Tumblr just means the worst people in the world randomly spawn in your askbox, notes and DMs and you’ve got to fight them constantly. No benefits.

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The squeak is coming from inside the mouse.

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Ok my brothers math teacher has pissed me off so bad that I’m writing an email. Do you know how seethingly mad I have to be to write an email.

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academic dishonesty is not something you can spin as moral lol i do not want to share a career field let alone a social sphere with a bunch of chatgpt using ass bitches

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This feels more cerebral and mentally pressing than it probably should

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there’s something very beautiful about being able to try again tomorrow

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a brief look into my twisted world

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Clark: Brucie baby. Pudding pop. Sugar sweet. Peaches and cream. My dearest darling. My honey lemon loaf. My moon. My sun. My- Bruce, actively shaking: S-Stop. My nervous system can't handle this. I need epinephrine. Clark, hugging him too tight for him to escape: No, silly. You need love and affection. Let this happen.