Tocilara tupeista
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MatureComplete Tue, Apr 14, 20206m
Buna eu sunt Kasandra Smith.Am 17 ani si sunt la lice in clasa a XI . Cred ca ati ghicit sunt o tocilara dar una tupeista deoarece nu vreau sa ma las calcata in picioare de catre populari scoli.Eu sunt singura la parinti .Si deocamdata stau cu prietena mea cea mai buna pe nume Anais Blak . Noi stam la camin deoarece nici ea nuu mai are parinti de 1 an . Nu , nu au murit doar ca au abandonat~o . Va itrebati ce este cu parinti mei nu ei bine ei nu mai sunt in viata de 3 ani . Cam atat restul veti afla pe parcursul carti . Sper sa va placa.
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