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Having fun ✌🏽 slanging Tees like it was Trees 🌲 😊 show us some love & cop a @waaf_clothing shirt from our homies @ronrobinson 🤙🏽✌🏽 #happy420 #h420 #LitAf #GatewayDrugs #HeartLA styles exclusive limited edition styles Avaialable @ronrobinson #Fresh #festivalfashion #coachella #smoke #Session #Weed #marijuana #fashion #losangeles #california #tshirt #Trap #growing #Girls #Art #Stoner #Herbs #Garden #Buds #Ganja #GanjaGirls #Dollskill (at Robinson Ron Inc.) https://www.instagram.com/p/BxLj8TXBF7o/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=gazo32rut9d7

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Thank you @aigalosangeles for calling out my screen print and awarding me a year long subscription to @skillshare! #heartLA #lovela #dtla #frankghery #architecture #art (at DTLA) https://www.instagram.com/p/BqdreRrAr4d/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=obvpfvfhfd8c

[heartlandtfln]

“Tim: I blame myself. Jack: I blame you too.“

[twotameredgaomon]

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It had only been a few minutes since he had returned from the Digital World since Gaomon’s untimely death. He was going to scream, claw at something, bite back... Anything he could do as he could feel himself go insane over the fact that Gaomon had died. The one thing he attempted to keep in check and stay alive, gone. Much like his father who he adored very much. Now Gaomon suffered the same fate and this time... It hit harder than ever before. As if someone had hit a home run swing into his gut.

In an attempt to cry alone, he walked away from the public crowd; trying to keep it in until he was somewhere that no one could interrupt him. Eventually, he managed to find a bench in a seemingly closed park. No one was around and decided it was good. He went to sent down and already, tears were forming at his eyes. At that moment, he began to cry slowly at first but slowly turned into bawling his head off. Trying to accept the truth of Gaomon. “D-DAMN IT! W-WHY... WHY COULDN’T I PROTECT HIM?! WHY DID HE DIE LIKE MY FATHER?!”