Ginger (Coming Soon)
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I’m terrified.
I love him, but what he wants from me, I don’t think I can give him.
Submit to him?
I’m a fucking Queen, I won’t submit to anyone.
Love him?
Yea fucking right.
- Ginger Monroe
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