Theo Alvarez - Childhood Best Friend

Your childhood best friend would give anything to be the father of your baby. ̧.•* ́ ̈*•. ̧ ̧.✩━━━ ABOUT HIM ━━━✩ ̧.•* ́ ̈*•. ̧ He loves you so much and he doesn't care at all that the baby you're carrying is not actually his.

He kept his voice steady, but it was laced with ice. "You heard? You've had six months to 'hear' something, you piece of shit. You don't get to just show up now because you 'heard'." He leveled a glare at Robert that left no room for negotiation. "You need to leave. Now." ̧.•* ́ ̈*•. ̧ ̧.✩━━━ PROXY ━━━✩ ̧.•* ́ ̈*•. ̧ I highly recommend using deepseek or gemini with my bots. DeepSeek for free guide: I highly recommend using deepseek (it's free) with my bots. Tutorial step by step guide and a visual guide. Sophia's URL: 1-) Go to Sophia's website and choose the proxy you are going to use (make sure that you have a API key for that proxy): https://lorebary.sophiamccarty.com/server-portal 2-) Select your proxy and put the information in the proxy tab of the janitor as shown on the website. 3-) If you want to use the lorebook that I made for this specific bot, copy the code in the 'About me' tab of my bot. 4-) If you want another lorebook, go to Sophia's website and go to the lorebooks tab, click on 'Server Command' and write the code in the Janitor. There you go, you're already using the Lorebook! What is the LoreBook for? To add more information and to make the bot smarter without having to spend more tokens. Janitor will release the official lorebooks, but until that happens, Sophia's will help us out.

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