Just too much
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Last published Fri, Mar 18, 2022
Blah, blah, blah i never listened when erika was talking She had that squicky voice and at least 10kilo makeup on
"Hey loser are you listening" Erika asked "no not really" I answered annoyed by her voice "then begin idiot" she spat at me "why would I care?" I said
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