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Ryan
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The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt
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4 Jun @ 2:24pm 
2026 and i still to this day i CANNOT STRESS it enough PLEASE DONT BUY NO WEED FROM THE MF GAS STATION
7 Mar @ 1:54pm 
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12 Jan, 2025 @ 3:30pm 
2025 and i still to this day i CANNOT STRESS it enough PLEASE DONT BUY NO WEED FROM THE MF GAS STATION
28 Dec, 2024 @ 5:32pm 
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28 Dec, 2024 @ 5:30pm 
Over the past year, Ryan had noticed something subtle yet undeniable—something in the way he’d look at Sam sometimes. The way Sam’s laugh made his stomach flutter, the way his voice sounded just a little too comforting, a little too intimate. It scared him. Ryan had never considered the idea of coming out to anyone, least of all Sam. But deep down, he knew it was only a matter of time before he couldn’t hide it anymore.

It was one of those rare summer evenings when the air was warm and thick with the scent of grass and the fading light of the sun. Ryan and Sam were sitting on the roof of Ryan’s house, their legs dangling off the edge, sharing a cold soda and the silence that only came between two people who had known each other for years.
28 Dec, 2024 @ 5:30pm 
As he grew older, that feeling didn't fade. It only got stronger. He tried dating girls, went on a few awkward dates, but it always felt like he was playing a role. Like he was trying to fit himself into a life that didn’t quite fit him back.

Ryan’s best friend, Sam, had been by his side for years. They’d played soccer together, hung out in the basement playing video games, and stayed up late talking about everything and nothing. Sam was the kind of guy who wore his emotions on his sleeve, the kind of guy who was always loud and brash, but also caring and protective.