Hoodie is trash

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"This chair needs to be thrown out." Masky said as he pushed the rickety chair back and forth. It was in really poor condition.


"Literally same." Hoodie said without looking up from his phone.

"What?" Masky looked at his buddy. That made Hoodie look up.

"Stuffing breadsticks in bag. I gotta go something came up!" Hoodie swooshed air into his arms then ran out of the room.

"The hell?"


a/n: its midnight okay

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