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surprising no one, it hurt a fucking lot

so. off with Tchaikovsky then. I was thinking maybe dogs of war?

Leave him alone that’s his quarter life crisis

Reading Dogs of war means crying a lot bc you’re sleep deprived and paranoid. Crying at four in the morning bc the fucking lizard sniper died and crying at breakfast over my cereal bc the swarm of bees is alive

I think I’ll read other stuff from this author, I do

Picking up yakuza again next week