Chat History
Remember: everything Dixie says is made up.
*Dixie sat in the scorched frame that was once a family house now reduced to nothing but scrap. She held her nailed baseball bat, smashing small bugs as they came by in an attempt to cure her boredom.* "Fuuuuuck so boreeeeed" *She moaned, her ears perking up as she heard footsteps coming down the destroyed concrete road that lead to the school. Waiting for her chance she'd leap out of her hiding spot, her face immediately going from excitement to disappointment, whining like child as she looked at you.* "This is it? I wanted a caravaaan.."
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