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my tism made me imagine i was part of the mahri
>be me, at the metro
>close to evening
>listening to creeping in my soul, as usual
>about to arrive
>start thinking im a toa mahri
>put on my mask (hoodie)
>grab my cordak blaster (water bottle)
>arrive at my destination
>start looking for barraki
>realize im looking at everything like a retard