She was a beauty. Absolutely gorgeous. A stunning upper class woman. Nobody knew where her money came from. She suddenly got it after the death of Mr. Cramon. I mean, he was one of the richest men where they live. But she was so fancy. I don't even know how I got her in my life. "So, Brendon, are you enjoying your tea?" She asked. "Yes it's *cough* delightful." I replied hesitantly" I can't risk losing her. It would give me such a bad reputation.
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Miss Jackson
Короткий рассказI know that this isn't what the song is about but I wanted to change it up and make it kinda... kid friendly? I just liked my version better. I will make a music video on my channel.
