A couple weeks had gone by since I had decided to let my curvey queen go, it had been hard at first, resisting her. When I answered questions in class I had to look away from her powerful alpha gayze she was a dominating demon-fairy, sometimes I had to leave class to punch the bathroom stalls out of angry that we can't be together, I accidentally broke a sink from so much angry that I pulled it up from the ground exposing the plumbing and through it so hard it shot through the ceiling going so freekiein fast it dented the moon but luckily I had my stressball-popitt-squishmallow (special crossover addition)to calm me down.
I finally pushed through, now i almost felt I was moving on… no longer feeling heart achey-wakies or a desire Irish dance in ice skates on anyone who dares speak to Ms alpha honk a tonks.
I had full control, a smile shed across my face revealing my yellow chompers and pointy canines which curled around my top lip like the gruffalo. I slip my gothic skull raycons in and put on some indie ravemetal beats slowly slipping into naptime.
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gays and your mum
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