I am not a meme. :C
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I ended the month with about 67 dollars. Didn't take the loan. I probably should have refused to buy anything at the market...and probably could have gotten away with living farther from the city.
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I would if I had the money and time. Wanting to spend several grand on custom guitars and gear is preventing me from doing so.
252 Your mom wants to play Truth or Dare. I guess. Sure. Why not?
250 We're a quarter of the way there.
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 We win. This can be closed now. (Two)
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Spoiler: Hell Day 80 December 11th "Holding back? The only one who's doing that is you." "And would you rather fight Araquiel?" "Anything else I'd come up against would not hold back. I can't get stronger with you babying me." "Have it your way kid. But if you don't make it out of here alive, that's on you." The change in Henrik's tone was instant. Gone was the laid back man and in his place stood the Angel of Vengeance. The straight-edged longsword in his hand began to morph into a curved elegant blade. It was a strange transition and Soren had thought Araquiel would have preferred a more sinister-looking weapon. "Your father doesn't care for Nakah's true form. It's not as extravagant as some others but I feel that this form gets the point across. The sharp end goes in the fleshy bits of whatever's in front of me. It doesn't get any simpler than that." Once more Soren summoned his two blades of mist with trails of blackness flowing about them as they fought against their solid shapes. He noticed Araquiel smirk at his preparation to fight as if he was already doing something wrong. Despite his annoyance he refused to attack too hastily. In his hesitance, Araquiel lunged forth. Aside from a glance from his sister who hurried to follow along with Henrik and Iris when they arrived to this new location, he had not seen his family since they arrived topside. It was a silly name for a place. Eye-rack. That's what it sounded like to him. He wondered if the name stood for "really hot place" or "desert land". Not that the heat bothered him too much. Hell had its share of hotter places to be. Soren rubbed his forehead and took in a deep breath. Maybe it was being out of Hell that was making him soft but he wanted to get some sleep. Last night only brought more nightmares and the more he thought about it, the more he reconsidered his wish for sleep. He figured he might get more rest by just not going to bed. "What's with all the cloaked people anyways? It's not cold." And only more confusing to him was the fact that only women seemed to be required to wear so much out in this heat. Maybe they were being punished? Humans were strange.
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