You are not my type!

You are not my type!

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Angela has heard the phrase “You are not my type” way to many times for her liking, but just like every time she was told that she simply picks herself up and walks away with her head held high, and not once has her experience ever hindered from telling someone how she feels. So when she runs into Mitch Michaels the very first guy that ever uttered those words to her. He is genuinely smitten by her and she gets to return the favour and tell him the very same line he used on her all those years ago. This encounter sets Angela out on an interesting adventure that has her looking at the list of men that have turned her down. They sure do have a brunette bombshell of a surprise coming their way…a little payback in the form of Angela, a sexy, successful woman that is out to seek revenge.
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My name is Brooklyn Robert. I'm 17, head cheerleader since my freshman year, I have fair grades and people always compliment me on my looks even though I see myself as completely ordinary. I have to admit that my life includes indeniable advantages. My mother, Laurence Robert - pronounced in French s'il vous plaît - is a worldwide renowned fashion designer, meaning that I have quite a lot of pocket money along with a huge property to my disposal. For a teenager who just gets started in life, those assets may lead one to believe that I have all the tools to be happy and successful. But I'm not. I reached the bottom so fast and so hard that I couldn't see a way out. I was trapped in a dark hole with no issue. I was so tired that my only desire was to end it. I wanted it so bad that I swallowed two bottles of sleeping pills and I let myself be taken away by that haunting darkness. But it didn't work. I'm still here, alive and ready to die. #1 sexualorientation #2 suffering #11 girlxgirl __________________________ [Explicit content. May be triggering (rape, suicidal thoughts, sexual assault, violence, revenge porn...). Please take care of yourselves.]

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