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*makes you gayer*

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No Nut November got me acting unwise towards anything suggestive ong

Did you lose yet?

The call to RDM. It has no sound, yet I have heard it in the whispered retellings of honorable sacrifices made by those who have RDM'd before me. The call to RDM has no form, yet I have clearly seen it, in the eyes of bobbies infinitely more courageous and more driven than most. The call to RDM has no weight, and yet I have held it in my hands

ew a furry