Perfect Poo
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I'm Vera. 18 and almost as high as a fridge. Highschool isn't as cool as it's depicted in movies and series. But my last year was the freakiest. You wanna know what happened ? Take a sit and read my diary. I hope you won't get bored with my story.
From a diary written in jail by Veronica Jane Gallagher.
PP and not PS : PP stands for Perfect Poo or Painless poison.
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