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● *DEAD* газолин бензинов‎ : premuted trash how cold in y home?>
+$800: Team award for planting the bomb.
+$2400: Income for losing.
● Vegeta #sigma‎ @ T Start : I dont have heating bcs my massive balls keep me warm

● Vegeta #BuryTheLight‎ : sorry had a call from ur mom
● Noxx†ous‎ : now i understand why ur muted
● Vegeta #BuryTheLight‎ : ez

Stay mad and keep crying. 🤡

W ban https://prnt.sc/F1pxoJnoe4NH

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And then, you walk out of that cursed house, haunted by a sad tale, only to be greeted by this song, playing on a field bathed by the sea wind, and pale light barely touching the warn thorn soil of those beautiful yet bitter Isles.

Someone spits in the distance and you whistle to your horse, knowing that the next treck will be as bittersweet as the one before. And you long to find some warmth amidst the coldness of the downtrodden people.

Your witcher eyes adjust to the world around you, the medalion's subtle tinkiling brings you to this sphere: gotta find the next contract. Pursue the next quest.

Yet, you can't help but feel the smell of lilac and gooseberries.