The angel of death knows toasted croissant guy.
I couldn't hear what they were talking about.
The angel of death smiled.
A smile?
Why does he have friends?
Why do people like him.
He is death.
He kills.
Maybe thats his approach,
to look like a nice guy, to appear to be a good friend.
He can't trick me. He won't trick me.
About Me
- Landon Stark
- Chicago
- I love to write, longboard, and do anything involving music.
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