Clavicus Vile
I sold your soul for a daedric fleshlight
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I was walking down the street, and a black truck pulls up next to me, full of little girls that seemed between the ages of 6 - 11. I hear one of the girls in a high pitched voice say “goodmorning! Have a nice day!” or something similar, happened a while ago so I can’t fully remember but it was along those lines, she sounded like one of the younger girls. I knew it had to have been said to me because the girl was looking at me when she said it and there was no one else around.
After that the truck drove off, I’m assuming that maybe she thought I was a kid as well since I’m far below the average adult male height. And to make matters worse, I was wearing a backpack and had my hood on. She probably thought I was an 8th grader
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After that the truck drove off, I’m assuming that maybe she thought I was a kid as well since I’m far below the average adult male height. And to make matters worse, I was wearing a backpack and had my hood on. She probably thought I was an 8th grader





