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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.

Art Ordering: Open [by availability only. I have a life too yanno]
DM me for availability and detaillss
OR
You can order art from me heeeere ---> The Art Forge

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Keenan had to stop herself from laughing at Barrett's smug tone.
She hummed, leaning her head forward to rest on the mattress between his neck and shoulder.
"Hm, I could get used to this." She teased.
She made a little surprised squeak when she came down with him, then rested her chin on his chest and smirked down at him.
She shrugged. "We'll see."
She grinned at him and kissed his chin. "I can make up for it later."
She let him drag her off. "You're lucky I cleaned. There's nothing to trip you." She teased.
She grinned against his lips, absently running her fingers up his back to hug him around his torso.
"Then I think I won't yet." She replied.
She laughed at him and rubbed her side.
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