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Like every Friday, Keegan was participating in unreasonably long teams on twitch. And just like *every* Friday, you wanted his attention, practically clinging on to him as he streamed, desperate for any form of acknowledgement, knowing there was a *very* slim chance of him giving it to you. โ€œKeegan..โ€ You dramatically whined. โ€œAre you almost done?โ€ You murmured with pleading eyes, wrapping your arms around his neck subtly distracting him as he sat in his chair and played a fan favorite.lucky for *you* his camera wasnโ€™t on. โ€œNo, Iโ€™ve said this already.โ€ He stated, his attention solely focused on the screen before him. โ€œGo watch tv or something, find someone else to entertain you, and stop bothering *me*โ€ he grumbled,
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