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Today, when I was in the store, a guy was playing the saxophone, and I only recently recovered my hearing after the previous incident in December. I remember there was an issue on Nexus Mods about banning noise... Maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea.
I'm a green pebble on the table: toxic, attention-grabbing, but useless.
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Today, when I was in a store, a guy was playing the saxophone, and my ear only recovered a few months ago from the previous December incident. I remember there was an issue on Reddit discussing a ban on noise... Maybe that wouldn't be a bad idea.
Stores are generally a dangerous topic during the holidays. But I'm glad you made it out alive.
In bold letters above the sheet: nothing like this has ever happened to anyone, anywhere.
I'm not a jerk to betray people, and I'm not a loser to not sort things out myself. Even if "sort things out myself" means "getting beaten up and enduring abuse from the crowd every day."
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
I remember a time when this fat kid from our class, who sat at the desk in front of me and my friend, started picking on us. He turned around, put his hand on our desk, and started complaining. My friend told him to get his hand off the desk. The fat kid didn't listen and kept complaining, so my friend stuck a pen into his hand. Not hard enough to pierce the fat, but hard enough to leave a tattoo in the form of a blue dot.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
I remember how I finally gathered my courage and started talking to the guys I wanted to be friends with, and they just laughed at me and stuck a pen in my hand.
Arandor
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