The final day.A man was sitting by himself at his kitchen table, looking out at the dull October weather. He sighed deeply and thought "This is the final day..." and made himself some breakfast. He looked at a picture of his beloved wife whom had died fifteen years earlier. He had been living all alone ever since. "It's been two weeks since my birthday..." the man mumbled and took a cup of coffee. It looked like it was going to rain but the man didn't mind; He liked when it rained as it relaxed him. He sighed deeply again and thought what to do. After a while, the phone rang. "Andy." the man answerd in the phone. "Hey, Andy!" a happThe final day.
If I don't know it's you from that name, I'm not Kain.
Do you want to join or not?
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I am a beaver-llama with my Mimian minions. D: Baaaaaaah!!!! <---(beaver-llama battle cry)
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