The Twizzler Straw Experiment
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Última publicación sáb, jun 15, 2019
"Help me with my school work or I'll post it everywhere. The guys will go nuts, the girls will try and kill you, and I'll say you started it."
I feigned shock. "You wouldn't!"
He looked slightly annoyed that I wasn't flustered. I'd hate to say that his eye roll made me proud but...meh.
"Oh, but I would," he said, crossing his arms.
"Okay!" I said in an imitation of my younger sister. "Let the Twizzler Straw experiment begin."
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