I just can't.

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It had been weeks since that day, Marla won't talk to Marlow at all. She keeps as quiet as a slug. She keeps sitting in class, not paying attention to the teAcher at all, she sighs, "May I go to the bathroom?" She asks and the teAcher let's her, she goes to the bathroom and leans over the toilet, she felt sick as hell. She grips her stomach, ready to throw up, she starts throwing up in it. When she finished she flushed and put perfume on her face to make it not smell and she goes to class tho she still feel sick. (I'm sorry for short parts. I've been tired this week. School stuff.)

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⏰ Last updated: Feb 09, 2018 ⏰

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