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"Ava... Did you drink anythin' around... that thing?" Domri asked, walking over.
"Her office. It's... somewhere." Domri responded. "I... Erm... I don't really know. She just said to meet us in her office."
"I think I have some pills for that and... when I crash..." Domri said, smiling. "Anyways Miss-Cop-Lady wants us. It sounds kinda serious."
"I... Think so..." Domri replied. "You really don't know what an email is?"
I'm ignoring you!! LALALALALALALALA I can't hear you!
...Fix it. Please. It's "they're". Just like "they are". Just... Fix it. Before I break something.
"I... Uhm... S-Sorry." He whispered. "I'm just gonna check the email..." Domri checked the email, then chuckled. "Miss-cop-lady wants us for some...
"Ooh!! An email!" Domri said, running into the table. "Son of a buck!!" He cursed, rubbing his forehead.
1. The F-Bomb. 2. Swag 3. Dinosaurs 4. Plastic surgery 5. The F-Bomb 6. Screams of terror. 7. Swag or Yolo. If you say either of these...
Darth Vader
Girl: Allison Boy: Erm... NarrowerLeaf..?
"Nothin' at all." Domri said, chuckling.
Diabeetus
Mhmm... Looks, smells, sounds, feels, and tastes like a bad fanfic. ....If we dig deep enough, this is a actual fanfic. I say we burn both.
Implosions.
But I need my bear arms. They hang above my fireplace. Anyways... I don't get why you all have to be so angry about this. Guns aren't bad....
Romance.
"Y-Yeah... I... Did a horrible thing afterwards. Somethin'.... I can never take back." Domri mumbled.
Goosebumps.
"She... She was a g-girlfriend. I... She w-was an innocent... K-Killed in a raid. It's all my f-fault... I hate m-myself for it." Domri replied,...
