a reason to die
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Última publicación mar, jun 28, 2022
" what's your problem ? why are you so keen on me being alive ? " she asked as he just stood there and stared at her as if he too had no idea , he took a deep breathe and said the words fastly but they did not go unheard , she heard them loud and clear and at first she thought she was dreaming but he started pulling her arm so she knew he was being serious , " you have never eaten chocolate ice cream " .
in the fair and uncaring world , carla's body weight is extremely normal , she weighs 64 pounds and has normal thick thighs , saggy breasts and a small pot belly that could go unnoticed but not at crueldalry high , every learner is expected to have slim legs , arms and a flat stomach or else they are the black sheep of the school and are reminded every day that they aren't enough .
I hope you enjoy reading this if you even will . <3
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