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The golden sun rose over Croydon signaling a new day full of knife crime and ram raids.
Harry grunted as he was woken by a slit of sunlight peering out from behind his curtains. Rolling over he reached for his triple mango lost mary, taking a hit, he found relief wash over him. He wraps his fingers tightly around the vape as he gets up.
Harry debates having a shower(Harry famously hates taking showers because he has PTSD around water from when he got rabies when he tried to kiss a rabid fox thinking it was Nick Wilde from Zootopia (also famously Harry's favorite movie)) Feeling a strong sense of anxiety just thinking about the act, he decides against a shower and douses himself in axe body spray instead. He loves the smell of it, the axe body spray is the only smell he really likes as he is sensitive to smells due to his autism.
Harry doesn't have anything planned for today, he might stream but that's not for many hours so he must find some way to fill the time. He begins to get dressed picking up a clean pair of boxers (which is a rare thing for Harry, not for any particular reason he's just a dirty pervert.) a black pair of jeans, a cunty cropped shirt and to finish it off his favorite Elmo belt. He takes a picture of his fit for the day and sends it to his loving (probably underage) fans with the text "fit for the day, come find me xx" Feeling grateful for all his young, loving fans he is filled with confidence to leave his room. He says goodbye to all his Muppet plushies and takes a deep breath as he leaves his room.