I woke up, with Chasity in my kitchen, flipping blueberry pancakes, in one of my button downs and a pair of knee socks, singing Old Time Rock and Roll.
"Morning, Lake," She said, continuing to slide around on the tiles.
"Morning, Chas."
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Cheap Chasity
Teen FictionShe was cheap like the 99¢ Arizona Iced Tea that she was addicted to. She was burning like the joint between her finger tips. She was sweet like the strawberry lipgloss she wears. She was beautiful like the words she writes in her note books. She wa...
