Boobs and Other Potty Mouthed Words

Boobs and Other Potty Mouthed Words

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"Truth or Dare" My eyes scan the all too familiar phrase. Here it goes again. "Dare." I send smiling widely. "Go up to someone and scream at them "Boob" and shove their lunch in their face." .........Was he really serious. From his texts, yes he totally was. I take a deep breath and bit my lower lip in concentration. I lift my head scanning the room for my victim. COVER MADE BY WATTPAD USER: FEATHERING! SPECIAL THANKS TO THAT COOL PERSON Copywright © 2014 Mybooksareyours All Rights Reserved Any unathorised broadcasting, public performance, copying, or re-recording will constitute an infringement of copywright.
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