>The coronavirus pandemic will plunge the global economy into its worst recession since the Great Depression, the International Monetary Fund predicted Tuesday.
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Zachary Garcia
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Liam Williams
>uncle
Gavin Scott
Emmett Garcin is a braindead coomer
SAD! Thoroughly ZOGGED.
Christian Carter
janny get him
Lincoln Lopez
janny get him
Elijah Price
covid is a sign from god and you'll know I'm right when it mysteriously vanishes on the ascension (21st of May )
Adam Howard
Nathaniel Rodriguez
Not really a fan of when yanks make the threads, but yankposters are still cute. CUTE!
Kayden Lewis
how is it different from buying it from a shop. anti-capitalists need to fuck right off desu
David Davis
We had spoken at a work's night out, first time I'd ever spoken to her. We got along well, she seemed interested in talking to me and wanted to carry on the conversation. I did too because I found her very attractive and it's nice to talk to someone receptive to you. I was quite drunk at this point so it was easy-ish to talk.
Later I was going to leave early to go home when she stopped me and told me not to go, to stay out because "you never know what might happen" while holding eye contact. Considering we had been flirting up to this point, it was very clear at that point she was into me. Things went downhill after this, I think the explicit acknowledgement that both she and I were into each other was too much for me.
We both stayed out but I didn't really talk to her much after that. She and I and a small group went to a club after. It had been some years since I'd been to a club but I wanted to continue things with her. I couldn't talk to her, I couldn't think what to say. I was attracted to her but inside I have nothing. When people talk to me or around me I can hear them, understand their words but there is no reflex within me to respond to them, I just have nothing to say.
I was drinking more to try to loosen up and the group were dancing and the other people in the group were encouraging me to dance with her but I couldn't. I felt like I couldn't expose my inner emptiness to her. I kept thinking about how horrible and awkward it would be if we left together just me and her in a taxi back to hers then back at her flat again just me and her in autistic silence because I simply have NOTHING to talk about, I am a shell of a human being. This is where the thoughts of deceit crept in - she had thought I was normal talking to me before because I present myself that way to an extent, but to cross the line of informality would be to expose myself as the weird empty person I truly am.