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"You're nothing but cannon fodder," He sneers, "You weren't made to love, sweetie. You were made to **** To hurt. To die. And there is absolutely nothing that can change that."
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Nov 10, 2018
Nov 10, 2018 at 3:13 PM UTC
Cannon Fodder
"You're nothing but cannon fodder," He sneers, "You weren't made to love, sweetie. You were made to **** To hurt. To die. And there is absolutely nothing that can change that."
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Agender/Stratosphere
Nov 10, 2018
Nov 10, 2018 at 3:13 PM UTC
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