| my name is emily. i'm eighteen and i reside in the infuriatingly sunny state of florida. |


everything.A dreary day, as usual. Afternoon and the sun totally obscured by moody grey clouds. The rain was slow and steady, no signs of letting up anytime soon. Certainly not the sort of weather a man attuned to fire would be expected to appreciate, but Aiden Tarr was not a predictable man. He loved these cloudy days and loved the rain.. He had his hands in the pocket of his long coat, a sort of vacant, distant expression on his face. He was making no effort to keep dry, that black coat half-soaked, black hair was plastered to the sides of his head. As he walked, he hummed, something by Elvis Presley. He didn't like the song, but heard it enougheverything.
its a pyro
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don't waste a chance at something, otherwise you'll feel a lot of hurt. I was one to make that mistake. And I regretted it. But you just need to move on, and get on with your life. Don't stay inside and fret about it. That just makes things worse.
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=Spycrab
A duck walked into an apothecary and said 'Give me some chapstick... and put it on my bill!'
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=Spycrab
A duck walked into an apothecary and said 'Give me some chapstick... and put it on my bill!'
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