"she tell me fuck you I hate you then I love you"

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She walks in like the epitome of black girl luxury, but pain follows her. She covers it with bust-down jewelry and white roses. He's quiet, but his presence is loud in itself. Everyone knows him, but she sees right past him. She's confident, but he's more confident. She's fierce, but he makes her cower. Passionate. SADITIFIED.

Allure lightly chuckled, "Cmon Moo, you know you don't like girls like me."