Stories by @ts
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Ygtdh
the only way i could be happy with the fact i can be a good friend is to have someone who is nice and nice and kind and kind and nice and supportive of everyone else and not just myself but also me
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Death in her hands
While on her daily walk with her dog in a secluded woods, a woman comes across a note, handwritten and carefully pinned to the ground by stones. "Her name was Magda. Nobody will ever know who killed her. It wasn't me. Here is her dead body." But there is no dead body. Our narrator is deeply s
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