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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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"Oh grow up," she rolled her eyes at him and chuckled.
"Mhm," she said, lightly kissing his bottom lip. "What are you going to do about it?"
"Oh come on, I was on shark week!" Keenan sighed exasperatedly.
"Not necessarily. You just happen to use that excuse a lot." She replied with a small grin.
"I don't always hit you. Somentimes I do what you want." Keenan replied defensively.
"Of course you don't." She grinned at him playfully.
"I dunno about that, James--Barrett's got a mind of his own. I think I'm your only bitch now." Keenan laughed.
She tilted her head at him. "What's that look for?" She asked.
"Mm, thank you." She murmured, pushing off her flats with her toes.
She squirmed for a moment in an attempt to take off her jacket. It was limiting her ability to move.
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