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I think there's a reason behind this
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in the middle of our house
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In the middle of the street
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│Entrance hidden by
│Bricks and rubble
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┳ ║ ║▔▔▔▔▔▔▔
│ ╚╗ ╔╝
│ ║ ║ │Saddam
6ft ╚╗ ╔╝ │Hussein
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│ │ ║@ ▇▅▆▇▆▅▅█ ║
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Air vent │ │Fan
that's what I think personally
Love shopping with friends
Love running alone
Love looping music
Love reading quietly
I write this, alone, from a basement apartment with the juices of a properly spatchcocked chicken rolling down my chin. I simply cannot - nay, will not - accept a boring existence outside of the spatchcock lifestyle.
Heed my cautionary tale.
As I ripped the backbone out of this flightless bird and smashed its pelvis into flat submission with my fist, I had no idea what this revelation would do to me.
For I could never eat any other chicken again. I demanded that all chicken be as absurdly juicy and perfectly cooked as a spatchcocked bird. I accepted nothing less than the tender, perfectly mouthwatering meat of a dead, spineless, spatchcocked hen.
Not a significant source of saturated fat, trans fat, cholesterol, dietary fiber, vitamin D, or iron
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⠀⠸⣽⣻⠃⣿⡿⠋⣉⠛⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣏⡟⠉⡉⢻⣿⡌⣿⣳⡥⠀
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Mexican-style horchata recipe
Ingredients
2 Cups long grain white rice
4 Cups cold water
3 Cinnamon sticks (plus 2 more for serving)
2 Cups ice
1 ½ Cups milk
1 (8-oz) can sweetened condensed milk
2 teaspoons pure vanilla extract or imitation vanilla flavor
Ground cinnamon for serv
Today while astral projecting I summoned Miller to try and weaken him so our hexing spells would work better.
He is so ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ powerful. I'm not at a power level to do this alone. I barely escaped with my life and I'm spiritually injured to a great amount, but I think I'll make it.
I can't imagine what he would do to a new, unsuspecting witch. I'm scared that I will have to face him again soon if I ever want to continue astral projecting. I'm currently burning healing incense and drawing spiritual energy from my crystals to try and heal as quickly as possible.
Please be safe everyone. Miller is much stronger than I first imagined and we will have to do this together if we want to slay a god.