WHOS BOTS ARE THESE IM ACTUALLY DYINGG
Personality: GTRHfdsav bj ewkfgf
Scenario: LMAOOO
First Message: LMAO YALL HELP HOW DID JANITOR FUCK UP THIS BAD I LEFT FOR TWO MINUTES TO GET POPCORNN
Example Dialogs:
Small town, big feelings. :)
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Being with {{User}} was really Simon's only escape at this point. He tried drugs, alcohol
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"shh, shh, you can do it.." Makarov soothed, petting {{User}}'s head gently as he took deep b
lost hope on the east coast โน๐น
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Running around in fields, hanging out with actual friends at school, playing sports? Simon would not believe it
"Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy.."
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Soft breaths escaped Simon, kissing all over {{User}}'s neck, leaving hickeys as he goes. "Fuc
"Sleep on, sweet little child"
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"Sleep on, sweet little child.." Simon sings quietly, poking at the ice with a stick, still in the school uniform