𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒘. 𝑩𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑰𝒕 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆-𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆. 𝑰 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆. 𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒎; 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒔. 𝑰 𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌.
RP blog for Yuri from Doki Doki Literature Club
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