The Legend of Spyro: Path of Delusions Book V Chapter 16

"i'm...proud of...you" "f-!" flare tapped his claw at the mentioned letter "-l-" his claw jumped to the next one "-o-" and continued to do so with every new letter he spoke "-w-e-r" "f-l-o-w-e-r. flo-wer. flow-er. flower!"

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All Things Quiet And Sweet 16 - Now Accept It

I give up...f-f-fine...you win...i don' care anymore...just...j-j-just...if only i...i...no...can't do anything, f-f-f-fucking coward you are, you could have done something, had to run away, selfish bastard. you...y-you...why!?!?

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the wolf pack

“it isn’t supposed to,” he says, ‘it’s an f-type, designed so that it is light and fast.” “f-type, right,” the first man says, nodding. he cocks his head and adds, “f, as in female.”

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*Story Commission* The Tables Have Turned

"f-f-f-fine! i dun need dem anyways." said kyle as he pulled his pants down and ripped off his pull-up. "see, it's dry!" kyle went and put the pull-up in the waste basket. gus was now shocked.

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COMMISSION HYPNOTOAD ERIC ANNIVERSARY GIFT CHAP 2

Thank you " m x f x f bimbofication iq drop funny threeway twerking description: an anniversary for eric turns pretty interesting when his girlfriend and her friend give him an app on the phone that gives him control

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Genetic Children-Log 01

Alt-ctrl-f-8, the screen flashed and his work log came up. keying in the last few lines he e-mailed it to the director. the reply was almost immediate; the director always seemed to be ready to answer.

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The Life of Another - Chapter 35

Don't tell me that little f#cker faked his own death! god damn it!" he started to tamp down on his anger, thought better of doing so in my presence, and settled for throwing a couch cushion across the room. "f#ck!

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Hometown: He'll Be Back, And I'll Be Here

I'm no f-faggot." coward. “i was just jokin'." big, dumb, stupid, coward! an elbow is jammed into my back and i fall forward. “fuck you, jim, fuck you!" my knees buckle and i grunt as i scrape against the rocks. “fuck you!"

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