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7 yrs ago
Current I wonder about status bar commenters sometimes
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7 yrs ago
is it just a me problem where you own all the art/office supplies in your house so you basically become the pencil cartel
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8 yrs ago
One of your issues with Fallout 4 is you're not playing Fallout: New Vegas
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That's me. I also go by Anvil.

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Marie leaned into him with a small sigh and snaked her arms around his waist.
Keenan grinned. "Heeeeeey Barrett!" She called teasingly.
She hummed in reply because she couldn't talk at the moment.
Keenan rolled her eyes a him, but chuckled.
She laughed quietly. "Probably. Though I like cleaning your room."
She huffed. "It's not my fault I'm short!" She mumbled.

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One of the twins nodded to her before putting a coffee in front of her.
One of the twins silently filled Barrett's glass once more.

Keenan looked away from the stranger and up at the head that was on top of hers. "...What are you doing?"
he twin nodded and poured some whiskey for the tall man before handing it to him.

"Shush, you." She growled in good humor, poking Scout. She glanced at the stranger. With his arrival, she immediately went back to her old antisocial habits. She didn' like people she didn't know. They made her uneasy.
She hummed. "How come I never thought to kiss you a long time ago..."
"Do you see how small I am, bro? Everyone's huge compared yo me!" Keenan pointed out.
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