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TheAwkwardFangirl

Published: Apr 13, 2015

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An old art I made whilst derping around in MS Paint. Obviously you can tell it's made in Paint, but it actually contains * ~~PERSPECTIVE~~ * , so I'd figure I'd put it up here until I get around to writing again.

enjoy I guess

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