Get Sword for a duck knight, I have spoken.
— Dedwerkz (@dedwerkz) November 19, 2019
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November 19, 2019 at 01:09PM
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@stephensajdak Get Sword for a duck knight, I have spoken.
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@lemonfont It’s like a dinner where you hope it’s tacos but it’s gonna be hot dogs… 😱
It's like a dinner where you hope it's tacos but it's gonna be hot dogs… 😱
— Dedwerkz (@dedwerkz) November 15, 2019
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November 15, 2019 at 11:55AM
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@lemonfont You bastard, this is the cutest fucking thing I’ve seen all week. Prick. Making me like this one thing before I log off.
You bastard, this is the cutest fucking thing I've seen all week. Prick. Making me like this one thing before I log off.
— Dedwerkz (@dedwerkz) November 2, 2019
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November 01, 2019 at 06:50PM
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https://t.co/QVrOBkPl3u https://t.co/pjMt8A3f72
https://t.co/QVrOBkPl3u pic.twitter.com/pjMt8A3f72
— Dedwerkz (@dedwerkz) November 1, 2019
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November 01, 2019 at 09:49AM
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Taking a break from social media… Bye!
Taking a break from social media… Bye!
— Dedwerkz (@dedwerkz) November 1, 2019
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November 01, 2019 at 08:50AM
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RT @kateleth: Never not relevant https://t.co/LyaepCZN2f
Never not relevant pic.twitter.com/LyaepCZN2f
— Kate-a-line ✂️ (@kateleth) October 30, 2019
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October 31, 2019 at 12:59PM
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RT @pineappleheave: https://t.co/XG4sGirW1T
— Amy Grindhouse (@pineappleheave) October 31, 2019
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October 31, 2019 at 05:23AM
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Pink and glistening muscle shine in the gaps of the frayed and ripped paper that passes for her skin. Arteries poke up like tree stumps, no doubt clipped down by feline teeth. Little holes dot her skin, claws digging down for leverage… Was it hunger, hate or instinct? (12)
Pink and glistening muscle shine in the gaps of the frayed and ripped paper that passes for her skin. Arteries poke up like tree stumps, no doubt clipped down by feline teeth. Little holes dot her skin, claws digging down for leverage… Was it hunger, hate or instinct?
(12)— Dedwerkz (@dedwerkz) October 31, 2019
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October 30, 2019 at 09:06PM
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My breath seems loud, drums pound in my ears. Before me, a crater. It’s dark & empty. Her eye is gone. The skin she has remaining is bruised & purple where her blood pooled. She had rested on her side when she fell, her only friend ripping chunks from an upturned cheek. (11)
My breath seems loud, drums pound in my ears.
Before me, a crater. It's dark & empty. Her eye is gone. The skin she has remaining is bruised & purple where her blood pooled. She had rested on her side when she fell, her only friend ripping chunks from an upturned cheek. (11)— Dedwerkz (@dedwerkz) October 31, 2019
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October 30, 2019 at 08:41PM
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