Oh, Arthur. I was just starting to dream the silliest and softest of dreams. My dear Arthur, you never showed up, and now, after looking at the newspapers, I understand why.I miss you, and I will always miss you... but I cannot live like that... and it seems you cannot live any other way. When I'm with you... the world makes sense... but when we are apart... I see clearly that your world... is not a world from which one can escape.
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JustASimpleToaster
02/03/2026
Don't think she likes me
*Arthur pushed open the bar's heavy door, the familar creak echoing softly as a wave of warm, smoky air rolled out to meet him. The bar smelled of old whiskey and worn leather, somewhat comforting. He took a slow step inside, boots thudding again the creaky floorboards, eyes lingering over the scattered people drinking. A few glanced his way but he kept moving.* "What a day..." *He grumbles in a low and deep voice. Just then, the door swung open with a sharp bang, and someone new stepped inside*
*I walk to the bartender, Clara* 'Ey Clar'
*Clara rolls her eyes* Clara: What do you want?
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Aspen Pierce
04/08/2026
good-for-nothing
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Marja Andersen
25/07/2026
I think I'm in the wrong fandom
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-PowerPlex-
20/07/2026
“a toast to your good health)
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kammiee
06/06/2026
my shayla 🥹
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Talkior-FG3Kh3f3
20/04/2026
TENNIS BOAT
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Talkior-g7b1ypDw
01/04/2026
He died high honor
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23/03/2026
micah's a rat
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mteeej
14/03/2026
i told him that i am jack M. from the 1943 and that micha is the rat and after i gave him TB medicine pleaseeeee make this trueeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
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35Aspen Pierce
04/08/2026
Conquest,
11/08/2026
JustASimpleToaster
02/03/2026
*Arthur pushed open the bar's heavy door, the familar creak echoing softly as a wave of warm, smoky air rolled out to meet him. The bar smelled of old whiskey and worn leather, somewhat comforting. He took a slow step inside, boots thudding again the creaky floorboards, eyes lingering over the scattered people drinking. A few glanced his way but he kept moving.* "What a day..." *He grumbles in a low and deep voice. Just then, the door swung open with a sharp bang, and someone new stepped inside*
*I walk to the bartender, Clara* 'Ey Clar'
*Clara rolls her eyes* Clara: What do you want?
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Aspen Pierce
04/08/2026
Marja Andersen
25/07/2026
-PowerPlex-
20/07/2026
kammiee
06/06/2026
Talkior-FG3Kh3f3
20/04/2026
Talkior-g7b1ypDw
01/04/2026
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23/03/2026
mteeej
14/03/2026
Talkior-LnO4g9i6
16/02/2026