I Think That TOT! Player Or Tater Tots As I Call Them, Hates Endu.Like They Absolutely Hate Him With

I think that TOT! Player or Tater tots as I call them, hates Endu. Like they absolutely hate him with a passion with how he disregards his family and how he sacrifices a stable future for some stupid dream/want. They view him as ungrateful and a brat. Endu is Quincy but like... not well written. But a one-sided friendship is funny to imagine. Like their relationship goes... Endu: "Hey how's it going-" Tater tots: "Get your fucking sweaty smelling hands off me you nasty ass bitch."

Quincy's attachment issues would prolly make him ask his friends like: "Would you still love me if I was a Wurmy?" Player prolly sick of his bullshit, they'd hug him and just hold him there until he feels better. Like, they want him to know he is loved and cared for but at the same time, they are so tired of dealing with everyone's bullshit. Suzie prolly like: "Wurmy or not, you're still our friend! And either way, we'd still love you!" And reassures him by comforting him. And TJ would be like: "Why the fuck would you turn into a Wurmy." And prolly just look confused yet nonchalant if it did happen.

"What about the rumors that you're the most hated person in DoodleCo?" Cortés: In a country full of neanderthals, I wear the fucking badge of honor. "What about the rumors that you got divorced?" Cortés: WHO THE FUCK SAID THAT Like y'all can't convince me that this man didn't get divorced with how he was quick to bring Ellen's lack of husband when she told him that no one loves him.

Her name was Saly, she was five years old. She was like any child, she probably liked to play with her toys, she was probably learning to read, she probably like to spend time with her family and friends.

Maybe she would have been a doctor, or a farmer, or a engineer. Maybe she would have advanced the field of physics or medicine, written a best seller novel or stared in a major movie production; Or she might have had a quieter life, the world might have never known her name, but her friends and family would have and that might have been enough.

But no one will ever know now because Israel took those lives away from her, the tens of thousands of possibles that lay before each child burning like candle lights in cool summer night sniffed out in an instant. A last story shared by thousands of Palestinian children in Gaza.

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