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it all started when we decided to go for a walk at our favourite trail. at night. seemed like a vibe, you know? but no sooner did we step into the woods than things got weird. i'm talking slender's 8 pages vibes, except worse. yeah, that's right—granny was there too. don't ask me how or why, but she was guzzling what had to be 8 trillion beers, stumbling around and yelling something about "you kids and your video games."
then, out of nowhere, this gal accuses me—ME—of being into "anton chigurh mpreg." a totally unfounded and slanderous claim. i can't even look at a bolt gun the same way now. thanks for ruining everything.