THIS A JOKE PLEASE DONT JUMP ME
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My autistic peignon ass was looking at the ceiling in French class listening to born this way by my idol Gaga before I felt a piece of paper hitting the back of my head "ouvh" i said whimpering i turn my head to see who tf just did this to my precious smoll head, and of course it was Zain the mafia boss son, he was quite handsome boiii but he was Indian so fuck no and he smells like a raccoons as so hell nah.
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The teacher glanced at me for letting out a smoll whimper then Mr. Amadou turned back to whatever he was doing, I made my way into the paper mafia boss had thrown to me "hey princess wanna go to the MONT BAL with mafia boss son "i gasped "oh bin Oupalaye" I
almost instantly queef by how much I was happy that ZAIN THE
MAFIA BOSSES SON invented me to the mont bal.
I was too much of a coward at this exact moment, not knowing if he was kidding or not. This wasn't some kinda prank was it??? This wasn't some kind of fairytale .. but I was confident so I did a little shoulder dance before responding back with a smoll nod
"Nigga I ain't going to no dance with yo ugly ass"
maybe tomorrow would be a better day.
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