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theroyalbulldogs
Guinness and Bailey :
I can just tell you hate vols
2026-10-19 19:39:11
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deehavinn_
Dee💤💤. :
Hardest to learn full in hardest to do 405c
2026-10-19 21:12:49
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derekgoldstein7
derek :
405 or full in
2026-10-19 19:22:01
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pkpanman47
Pkpanman :
405
2026-10-19 18:39:19
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ted.bone1
Ted 🥶💤💦 :
107c or full in
2026-10-19 19:24:46
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aurora_volbeda
Aurora :
100%405c
2026-10-19 19:40:30
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Marcus’s chest scraped against the rock. His fingers were going numb. Below him hung his whole world. His wife—the woman who knew when his “I’m good” was a lie. His daughter—the little girl who still believed Daddy could fix anything. His mother—who had once worked two jobs so he wouldn’t know how close they were to losing everything. And Grandma—whose tired hands had held that family together long before his were strong enough. “Don’t look down!” he shouted. But he looked. He saw every face he couldn’t bear to lose. He tightened his grip until his arms shook. His daughter started crying. “Daddy, are you scared?” He almost gave her the answer he always gave everybody. I’m fine. But the words wouldn’t come. “Yes, baby,” he whispered. “Daddy’s scared.” His wife looked up. For the first time, she noticed more than the hand holding hers. She saw his shoulder trembling. The tears running off his chin. The ground breaking beneath his chest. “Marcus,” she said firmly, “look at me.” “I can’t hold much longer.” “Then tell us what you need.” He swallowed. “Help.” One word. Harder for him to say than any promise he’d ever made. His mother found a narrow foothold and pushed against it, taking some weight off the rope. His wife braced her shoes against the cliff. Grandma steadied the little girl’s swinging feet. “One at a time,” she said. “We’re coming up together.” It was slow. Frightening. More than once, somebody slipped. But hands reached back. Feet found ledges. Nobody stopped calling out to the others. When the last person reached solid ground, Marcus rolled onto his back and covered his face. His daughter crawled into his arms. “You can rest now, Daddy,” she whispered. “We got you.” And there, on the dirt, surrounded by the people he loved, he finally let himself cry. He had spent so long being their strength that he’d forgotten he was allowed to need theirs. — The Dopest Stories Ever Told
Marcus’s chest scraped against the rock. His fingers were going numb. Below him hung his whole world. His wife—the woman who knew when his “I’m good” was a lie. His daughter—the little girl who still believed Daddy could fix anything. His mother—who had once worked two jobs so he wouldn’t know how close they were to losing everything. And Grandma—whose tired hands had held that family together long before his were strong enough. “Don’t look down!” he shouted. But he looked. He saw every face he couldn’t bear to lose. He tightened his grip until his arms shook. His daughter started crying. “Daddy, are you scared?” He almost gave her the answer he always gave everybody. I’m fine. But the words wouldn’t come. “Yes, baby,” he whispered. “Daddy’s scared.” His wife looked up. For the first time, she noticed more than the hand holding hers. She saw his shoulder trembling. The tears running off his chin. The ground breaking beneath his chest. “Marcus,” she said firmly, “look at me.” “I can’t hold much longer.” “Then tell us what you need.” He swallowed. “Help.” One word. Harder for him to say than any promise he’d ever made. His mother found a narrow foothold and pushed against it, taking some weight off the rope. His wife braced her shoes against the cliff. Grandma steadied the little girl’s swinging feet. “One at a time,” she said. “We’re coming up together.” It was slow. Frightening. More than once, somebody slipped. But hands reached back. Feet found ledges. Nobody stopped calling out to the others. When the last person reached solid ground, Marcus rolled onto his back and covered his face. His daughter crawled into his arms. “You can rest now, Daddy,” she whispered. “We got you.” And there, on the dirt, surrounded by the people he loved, he finally let himself cry. He had spent so long being their strength that he’d forgotten he was allowed to need theirs. — The Dopest Stories Ever Told

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