The Pest
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Ongoing<5 mins
Last published Sun, Jan 13, 2019
Her voice is so irritating, her smells is disgusting, when she laughs there is an urge to yell. The little act of hers fools everyone, but not me. Holding my tongue appears to be mission impossible. The already fallen family will separate because of her. She's the villain, not me.
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