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BEST FUCKING POST EVER
In the end, everyone grows up. Except for one,
OH SOBS SOBBBBBSSSS
Inconsolable sobbing
nemo fucking killed me hahahahahha
babiesssssssss
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hey canadians have fun at school tomorrow
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About three things I was absolutely positive. First, I had a pokemon. Second, there was a part of me - and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be - that wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was. Third, Gary Oak was unconditionally and irrevocably a douchenozzle.
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How old are you?
“ten”
How long have you been ten?
“…”
“I know what you are.”
“Say it, say it out loud.”
“THE VERY BEST LIKE NO NE EVER WAS”
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