Good loves Evil (Editing) Watty awards 2012
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Ok so my name is Stacy, Stacy Carter. I am 20 years old,
I have black hair and blue eyes.
College was not for me.
I live in my little apartment and I work in a clothes store. I live a normal happy life.
I have a cat called Flannagan, and i live just outside the city.
I drive a mashed up little car named Roxy
I hate pop and techno. I live for Punk, old school Punk.
I hate chocolate and love tacos and anything spicy. My favourite colour is Black.
Oh and did i happen to mention my boyfriend, he is not your average, a little bit bad ass, despite the fact I used to go to church.
His name is Lucifer??
You might know him
He is The Devil.
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