LoveIsPainKooocon

LoveIsPainKooocon

LoveIsPainKooocon
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((Open with Adam)) I'm rushing out of my apartment building, a bag in hand. I was mumbling to myself as I jogged down the corridors. That when you bump into me, knocking my stuff on the ground. "Dammit..." I mumble, kneeling to pick up my stuff, "Well, are you going to help me or not?"

Branding works, reclaimed wares, and journeyman. Founded in Oregon, Forging everywhere.