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so i had covid. not a cold.
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i caugth a cold
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the dentist messed my mouth UP i am in so much pain
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puppy went on his first walk and nearly took my arm off running happily
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hi hi! i'm taylor. i like roleplaying platonic and romantic roleplays. i only roleplay men. i tend to reply with 2-4 paragraphs depending on the response given! i roleplay in third person in present tense. ex:
Casey stares blankly at the phone screen as it flickers to life, messaging popping up from days ago. "Ah.. shit." He rasps, checking each message briefly before tossing the phone aside. He stands up, stretching his tense back out and walking off to the closet, changing into a basic outfit. Jeans, a shitty old shirt topped by a zip up jacket and worn sneakers with new insoles.
His gaze shifts as he grabs his keys, stepping out of the apartment and into the hallway. He locks his door, pocketing the keys with an old cat keychain dangling by a thread, painted whiskers faded and loved. He walks down the stairs two at a time, avoiding the one where he twisted his ankle months ago. His expression lights up when he spots Nathan, rushing over to the man. "Hey, love." He grins. "Miss me?"
hi hi! i'm taylor. i like roleplaying platonic and romantic roleplays. i only roleplay men. i tend to reply with 2-4 paragraphs depending on the response given! i roleplay in third person in present tense. ex:
Casey stares blankly at the phone screen as it flickers to life, messaging popping up from days ago. "Ah.. shit." He rasps, checking each message briefly before tossing the phone aside. He stands up, stretching his tense back out and walking off to the closet, changing into a basic outfit. Jeans, a shitty old shirt topped by a zip up jacket and worn sneakers with new insoles.
His gaze shifts as he grabs his keys, stepping out of the apartment and into the hallway. He locks his door, pocketing the keys with an old cat keychain dangling by a thread, painted whiskers faded and loved. He walks down the stairs two at a time, avoiding the one where he twisted his ankle months ago. His expression lights up when he spots Nathan, rushing over to the man. "Hey, love." He grins. "Miss me?"
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