Cross your legs.
My teachers always told me.
I will talk to him.
Then why is his hand on my thigh.
Where is your proof?
What happened to my witnesses.
Maybe if you hadn't dresses like that none of this would've happened.
Oh.I didn't know my skirt was a invitation.
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