Man made introvert
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Complete Sat, Jul 3, 202112m
She would rather stay in then go out, but after all, its not even her decision. With a demanding mother wanting to protect her from the world, her method to the madness may not be all its cracked up to be. When your life is full of lies, its hard to tell whos got the longest nose.
(i said in my bio im better at writing scripts so here we are. i gave into the pressure lol. more things like this will be coming since i am in film classes and film programs.)
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