Took Me Long Enough, Right? Whatever. This Man has a hold on me, a hold that's almost as strong as the one Michael Fassbender has on me... HAAAA.
Anyway, Enjoy.
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jackharlow☑ -Here's to future debauchery wit my day 1. 🖤🖤
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stromreid☑ - That be my bestie 🧡🧡🧡 congrats
bretmanrock☑ - Yass BITCH!!! I'm omw ;)
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Jacksmissionarywhore - Time to dig
Jackswife - right?! like, who this? @ Jacksmissionarywhore
claybornharlow☑ - Jack, man, yo fans are hilarious 🤣🤣🤣
CalistaAvalon☑ - OMG! Thank you!! what time we leaving?
jackharlow☑ - I'm omw
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Calista read through the comments on her post and laughed.
People sure did know when to start stuff. She understood the curiosity of wanting to know who she was to the Harlow's, but people always had to go the extra mile.
As she read through the comments, her emotions ranged from curiosity, to hurt, to amused. She always has been emotional, like crying at everything. But she was good at playing it off, not letting it show. She wasn't big on sharing her feeling. It made her uncomfortable, and she hated uncomfortable.
Anyway, she just achieved her dream of becoming a voice actress, meaning she could stay in LA. She was going out to celebrate with her family. Meaning no time to sulk over people hiding behind screens and their mean comments.
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"BITCH!! It's YOUR fucking night so you need to get wasted! Enjoy yourself, find some dick, seize it, and live with no regrets."
"BRETMAN!!! Shut the eff up with yo nasty self!" Calista laughed out. She has no clue how she and Bretman got so close. She came to LA and ran into him somehow, and he just claimed her. She wasn't complaining.
"Storm said she's on her way, and Jack and Clay are coming in now, they said."
"Gurl, too bad they don't swing my way cuz, baby, the thing we could achieve would be out of this world."
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