I love bad boy
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Última publicación vie, ago 11, 2017
" - Dlaczego niby nie jestem dla ciebie dobry?! - Wykrzyczał zdenerwowany Wacek. Sięgnął do kieszeni po paczkę papierosów, po czym zapalił jednego - Dlatego, że mam na karku prokuratora za narkotyki, a ty uważasz się za grzeczną dziewczynkę?!
- Nie...- powiedziała cicho - dlatego, że masz chujowy gust muzyczny. CZŁOWIEKU JAK MOŻESZ SŁUCHAĆ CYPISA, CZY TY JESTEŚ KURWA NORMALNY!?"
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His Waitress
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Hey guys this is my first story, this book will contain some off the dsmp members. This book will also contain some swearing and abuse, if there is anything else there will be a TW and the start of the chapter. I hope you all enjoy. Pronouns used she/her. My pronouns also she/her. Also love you guys make sure you eat and drink.Concluida
Caged By Him
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Sciamachy
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I sat in my first period english class, my teacher grading papers or whatever it is that teachers do when you walk in. Soon the first bell rung, and people filed in. The usual suspects, the nerds, the cool kids, the "we hate liz" kids, and so on and so forth. But Imagine my surprise when I see a kid with blonde straighted hair, and an under cut roll in. And I mean that literally, he rolled in, in a pair of healies. I couldn't take my eyes off this peculiar specicimine. A woman from the office handed my teacher a note, who then attended her attention to the odd looking boy standing behind her. "What's your name?" She smiled. "Jaimie." The boy smiled right back.
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