Fatty Fat Hamster
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"𝐈 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇. 𝒀'𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰'𝒎 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑰 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒔 𝒐𝒇𝒇.......𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕? 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆. 𝑰𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒆 𝑰'𝒎 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏..." 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕀𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕚. 𝔸 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕒 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕝𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕦𝕣𝕥 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕪. 𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕡𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙. ℍ𝕠𝕡 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕣𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕠𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕀𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕚 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕦𝕣𝕥. "Sometimes you put walls up,not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to break them down"-𝐒𝐨𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 #6 Tumor #12 Numb #
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She didn't reply and I felt her finger move across my skin, lower, and almost all the way down my lower back. A shiver coursed through my body, strangely pleasant, and I felt her finger stop. "Your tattoos are beautiful," she said softly. Too close. She was too close. My pulse was hammering and I could feel her cool breath against my skin when she spoke, and my body was warm from having felt her. I couldn't reply. My breathing was light and shaken. I wanted to just turn around and pull her against me, or rather put her against a wall, so I could kiss her and feel her more properly against me. If she touched me again, I wasn't sure that I could keep myself from doing just that. "I'm going to take a shower," I said suddenly in an attempt to escape. She didn't stop me, so I took that opportunity to walk away. When I reached the bathroom, I took a deep breath to steady myself as well as my pulse. Closing the door behind me, I ran a hand through my hair. She truly was a nightmare. A bad boy's worst nightmare was a girl that made him want to be a good one.