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Última publicación jue, ene 23, 2014
There he is Taylor the fittest boy in jarwood high hi Georgia he said to me I blushed lets just say I'm well the wall flower I am not confident then Ryan passes hi Georgia he said fuck you bitch I reply well I'm sorry he said I'm only saying hi well I don't give 2 fucks I hate him he annoys me he thinks hes all cool but he just pisses me off . I'm on my way to class now so I slipped into the bathroom to check my makeup Its perf I dab a bit of blusher on and touched up my mascara and walked the walk the he came I nearly spewed Ryan that ass crack pissing me off just looking at me that basterd dosnt deserve to look at me the cunt we had an argument I won obviously so I had to go back into the bathroom to do my makeup then out and Taylor passed I blushed he smells like lollipops I love lollipops
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