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Saint Petersburg, Florida, United States



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*♥☺▬♥☺♥▬☺*
*♥•♥▬#♠ ♥#▬♥•*♥*
*♥♫♥♥▬♫♥ ♥♫▬♥*♫*
*♥☺♥☺♥♫*♣♥♫.☺♥☺♥*
*♥♣♫♥♣♥☺♥♫♥☺♥� �♣♥*
*♥♥☺♣♥♫♥♥♫♥☺♥♫♥♣☺♥♥*
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Merry xmas and happy holydays! Let's hope this 2026 is a much better and positive year!
Be safe with family, or with friends!♫ - Sjru
He places a single rubber duck on the doorstep as a diplomatic offering to the concept of gravity, which has been sulking in the corner ever since someone dropped a banana peel with too much confidence. Above him, the sky politely turns down the brightness to “potato,” and all the clouds form the shape of questions no one is asking.
A gust of wind arrives wearing sunglasses it definitely doesn’t need. It whispers, “All coupons expire at midnight,” even though no one is shopping and time has called in sick. Derg nods, because this seems like the sort of information a responsible dragon should pretend to understand.
☼☼
*•○♥○•*
*♥♫♀♂♫♥*’
*♥•♦►♫◄••♥*
*♥☺▬♥☺♥▬☺*
*♥•♥▬#♠ ♥#▬♥•*♥*
*♥♫♥♥▬♫♥ ♥♫▬♥*♫*
*♥☺♥☺♥♫*♣♥♫.☺♥☺♥*
*♥♣♫♥♣♥☺♥♫♥☺♥� �♣♥*
*♥♥☺♣♥♫♥♥♫♥☺♥♫♥♣☺♥♥*
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Happy holydays! I really hope 2025 to be a more pawsitive year
Enjoy with family, or with friends!♫ - Sjru