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ใโญ Cynthia Gold, goes by Skip
ใโญ she's 19
ใโญ owns an 2012 gold Aston
Martin Vanquish
ใโญ she is very shy
ใโญ adores speed
โค & ๐
isn't in the best place, neither is my health in general.
What I'm trying to say is, I'm giving up on roleplaying. For good. I'm sorry I disappointed a lot of you, but part of a journey is the end. And I gotta say, this was a great journey.
Thank you all.
Listen up y'all. I know you don't want to hear me again, but imma be real right now.
Chances of me having this stupid virus are pretty high, I'm currently in the hospital. I haven't roleplayed in a long time, and I think I have to take a break. From everything. My mental health +
"Not gonna happen, Mr. Showoff!"
And she crossed the finish line, approximately three seconds before he did.
She stopped the car after winning, getting out.
"Nice race."
"Say hello to my little friend."
Oh no, she pressed the NOS button. That gave her a huge speed boost, and left DJ behind her.
"Finally something good happens this week!"
Afraid of losing the lead, Skip pressed the gas pedal harder and never looked back.