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California, United States 
6 
9 
He inspects it, gives it a good whiff, and he sighs contentedly* "Ahh, December 3rd, 2025. Walmart. They had a sale going on that day" he sets it down to pick another one up, but this one is starting to grow mold. He frowns slightly "October 14th, 2025. Giant Eagle. I was hoping it would last longer... Perhaps I'll keep it, just for one more day. It would be a shame to see this one go so soon-" his wife comes into the kitchen interrupting him, speaking softly "Hey honey, I'm going to the store.
We ran out of milk and a few other things.
Is there anything you want me to get?" his eyes light up almost instantly as he sets his avocado down "Wait, I'll go with you.
There's something I want to get..."
CS be thy game,
Uncase begun, them skins be won, Convert- and not a Mil-Spec.
Give us this day a StatTrak knife
And forgive us when we rage quit
As we forgive those who aimbot against us
And lead us not into scamnation
Undeliver us a Battle Scarred
Gaben.
Don’t let people get you down you were born to throw❤️🥀🖤