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dodaj do znaj prosze, mam pytanie
nwm dlaczego nie moge dodac z maina
add me please
🐾 💕 🐾 💕
There he stood... his massive stature was only matched by the angry roars of the crowd.
I tried to think of something to tell him, but all that came out was
“Yes, papa?”
His stern expression didn’t change, even if it was his own son. I couldn’t believe it...
“Eating sugar?”
I kept forward as much as the chains would let me, and yelled at him:
“FATHER, NO! IT WAS NOT ME! YOU-“
“Telling lies...?” Was all he replied with.
I didn’t know what to do. I just slumped in distraught as tears began to pour.
“N-no...papa...”
Nothing seemed to get to him. The blade in his hand began to rise up and point at my throat.
“Open wide...”
The guards besides me pried open my jaws as Father pulled his arm back. There was nothing I could do.
The two things going through my mind are regret...
and steel.
Yeah, that’s right, I choke geese with these hands. What are you going to do, tell the Government? They would never find me even if they were to train an elite unit to attempt tracking me down. I am a geese choking elitist, and I will not stop until I have my hands around the last goose on this Earth.
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┻┳| •.• ) -Daddy,are all the spammers gone?
┳┻|⊂ノ
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(҂`_´) -NOT YET SON,THEY'RE GETTING STRONGER EVERYDAY !!
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