Deep lurking veiled,
Likes slip, and my truth revealed,
Tap tap! Please don't see!
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Jacynta Clayton
As a child I wanted to be a mermaid when I grew up - or a writer. As I got older and discovered seashell bras to be impractical professional daywear, I started focussing on the latter.
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Doing it for the troops
The others dropped like flies around me. We fought and struggled to get to this point. I'm the only one left now. The objective is right there. A mere two hundred feet away. The last of my team got a bullet to the head right next to me, but I couldn't do anything. I was able to locate and neutralise the sniper as he shot my friend, so his death was at least not in vain.
By Mohammed Darasi6 days ago in Fiction
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Oh the creeper lurk 👀
Oh Goddddd! I've done this a couple of times before and I just wished I could die 🤣🤣🤣🤣