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Diary of a Pickup Artist

Diary of a Pickup Artist

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WpMetadataNoticeÚltima publicación lun, ene 7, 2013
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Romance
I go by many names I go to different places and i surely meet alot of different girls. Good girls Bad girls Petite girls Tall girls Closet girls LIBERATED girls To cut it short all kind of girls you can ever imagine. I've met, talked and fiddled (if you know what i mean) with all the sorts But one thing is common among all of them, They get one of my many names Spend only one night with them (depends on the circumstance) They get to know one of my generic numbers. Hear all the bullshits that would make there panties wet to get them to spend the night with me But never and i mean never will they see me still in the bed early next morning... Because before they know it i'm already out the door planning on my next pursuit! My name is not important but here i'am sharing my diary Diary of a Pickup Artist
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" I lunge forward at him hitting his groin with my knee then right between the eyes. As soon as I do, he crashes to the ground, out cold. I go for more, but a pair of arms snatch my waist lifting me up. I kick my legs and flail my arms to get closer but he is too strong. "Let go of me!" I demand. "Shut up." A low strong voice commands."Is he okay?" "He is fine." I grunt. Then the young adult wakes up, then scurries back away from me. "Sorry ma'- miss... " he says, making me angry again. I give him a cold stare. "I'm sorry." He repeats, standing to his feet. "Put. Me. Down." I demand again. With a huff he puts me down. I step forward with full intentions to punch him again but the man behind me takes my arm, holding me back. I jerk forward to get off his grip but he takes my other arm tightly. "Alright! I'm done! I'm done!" I huff in defeat. " This story follows Astrid, a 26 year old female who ran away from home 10 years ago. The only reason she has come back was to get away from the hole she dug her self into. She is running away from her problems again. Life before she ran away wasn't as nice as the public saw it- the sherif's family, happy, and loving. Behind the doors it was orders being barked left and right with no warning or break. Not wanted to deal with this anymore, Astrid ran. On her voyage out, she ran into some trouble that seemed all fine until it wasn't. She comes back home and everything is all fine and dandy until, "Unknown: You thought you could hide forever? I found you, and I can find your friend, Nicole. If you want her safe, you'll be at the ring in an hour." Since Astrid's leave, the town suddenly had a motorcycle gang that hangs around, not realling doing anything in particular, but the sherif doesn't trust them much. Damon being the head of the gang, keeps everything they do quiet. When these two meet up there is obious tention and immediate hatred. ***EDITING TWs: Controling dad, violence, abuse

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