My brother shot me like that, and it was NOT an airsoft gun. And then he laughed at me, pointed the gun straight up and accidentally shot out his overhead light.
I have good intentions. Sometimes it shows. Most of the time it doesn't. I love summer. The smell of the beach. Warm concrete. Barefeet. Bronzed skin.
Wait .. I was getting lost.
I like people. Good people. I love to laugh. I like feeling free.
I think I am normal. That's all relative though.
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My brother shot me like that, and it was NOT an airsoft gun. And then he laughed at me, pointed the gun straight up and accidentally shot out his overhead light.
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