"Here's a story"
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"Get the fuck out of my house you slut" my dad yelled at me
I'm Ava. I'm 17 and my dad is a drunken asshole.
Here I am walking along the streets of Miami I see a boy starring at me.
Me being me I walk over.
"Hey I'm Ava"
"Hey I'm jack and here's a story"
((I'm Canadian so I don't know anything about Miami and stuff I say is fiction"
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