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R.I.P

Hey minna! Queria vir convidar-vos para um server de anime portugal que está agora a começar e precisa de movimento e caras novas!
Todos serão bem vindos desde que respeitem as regras e não tenham atitudes tóxicas!
Venham unir-se aos OtakusPt!! <3
https://discordapp.com/invite/tvFPbdP

Rikka please come back! :3

Context....mmmmmmmmmmm I just sent that beautiful story to a bunch of random users who were offline for a long time in hopes they would one day return and would witness something life changing, a story that would shake their very soul

I read the top of your profile, I mean you could be dead on the inside I wouldn't know.

You did however reply which means your here and that is better than the void ~

I can guess who's not dead ~ we're not the dead ~

I sent that 2 years ago lol, glad you finally responded

bump :c

Dun care about the shit, if the shit gets shit, then let shit be shit k? Dun wanna hear it, even if the duck runs away, you still got catch it by the wings then throw it like a football into the hoop. The buzzard will sound and then you will be hugged by a 52 year old man with a slightly shaved head. Wearing a red vest under a blue buttoned shirt. Along with jeans that seemed to be worn quite a bit, from the looks of it. Then from that day onwards you will have man babies as he sticks his harpoon into your love hole. You will start to cry at first, but as the harpoon gets settled into the thick walls, it will start to feel like bliss. Even more so when he releases all of his feelings inside you. You will have 3 duck children, that will soon grow up to be fine commanders of the legion army against the badger empire.

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You are now an old man, you look back when you threw that one duck like a football into the hoop at the last second. Because of that you met the man of your dreams. You rock back and forth on your rickety old chair at the front porch, slowly breathing into the crisp air. You slowly start to stand up from your chair, and you proceed to walk into a Forrest, deep inside the thick and lavish greenery. Then you see a little stone that is lodged up by smaller stones. A tombstone, with writing so small you would need glasses to see what was written. But you already knew what it said, you remembered it word from word. Here lays Duckie Leah Jones. 1955-2015.You say to your self: I will not cry this time, I will be strong this time. Slowly getting up you started to walk away from the tombstone, but the farther and farther away you get away from the stone, the harder it is for you to breathe, your chest starts to tighten up, your breathing becomes heavier, and your eyes start to fill up with water. It was then you started to run with all your strength out of the Forrest, letting waterworks flow like the river, and screaming so loud every animal in the Forrest could hear your pitiful cry's. Slowing down you start to feel dizzy, and your balance is starting to deteriorate. A big thud was then heard that echoed all around. Feeling the soft grass on your pale cheeks, you flip on your back and look into the heavens....."Huh? Why is everything going dark. It's only 2 o clock. Are there clouds blocking the rays of light that come from the sun? Then accepting reality, you drop the act. Your eye lids grow heavier and heavier by the second. "Never thought it would end like this huh Duckie? hahahaha *cough* hehuh I will always remember you, in life....and in death....." As you said your last words you formed a smile upon your wrinkly face.

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A smile that says: You have lived a blessed life