Punk Girl
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Nikt nie znał jej prawdziwego imienia. 16-letnia Dark jak ją nazywali "na dzielni" była sierotą od kilku lat . Ale nie przeszkadzało jej to. Chyba. Mieszkała sama na warszawskiej Pradze. Typowa buntownicza ćpunka i alkoholiczka. A co jeśli tak naprawdę jest coś warta? To się dopiero okaże.
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"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮?" "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲," 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞, 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲, "𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭?" 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐬 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞. 𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧. 𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲:) 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭!Complete
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