Pretty face ~Michael Gray (ON HOLD ATM)

Pretty face ~Michael Gray (ON HOLD ATM)

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"How much do you charge?" The man asked. "What?" Erica was bewildered at the question. "Look if it's a high price, I'll pay it as long as you don't have the clap or something" Erica then put two and two together. This man thought she was a prostitute. A fucking prostitute. She then threw her cigarette on the ground and slapped the man hard across his face. He was in shock. "I am not a whore you rude bastard!" She shrieked absolutely livid at his assumption and pushed past him making her way back home. He was truly shocked at the girls actions, never being turned away from a girl. It didn't matter whether if the girl was a whore or a very respectful lady, it never happened. 25th of March 2018-
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"You're insane!" she yelled, slamming the door behind her. I instantly whirled around, clutching two cigarettes and a wine bottle. "You can't go around telling people shit like that!" "Yes, I'm insane! I'm fucking crazy! But everything I do is because of you." I closed the distance between us with just a few steps. Dropping the wine bottle by my feet, which shattered into a million pieces and flooded the white carpet, I placed both of my hands on her cheeks. She was too stunned to move, obviously not expecting that outbreak. Glass protruded from my exposed foot and dug into Andrea's legs but we didn't notice. The stinging pain didn't exist. It was just us, this moment, this feeling- this amazingly, suffocating feeling. It was just us. The cigarette smoke was curling around her ear as I stared at her. "You make me crazy. But I love being crazy because it's you that makes me that way. You make me absolutely insane, but I love you. So please, just let me love you because I don't know what I'd do without my crazy."

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