Taking in a Dirty Rockstar
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"What the hell is this now? Take in a Dirty Rockstar Foundation?"
"Jen! Be nice!" my mom yelled at me.
"Yeah, Jen, be nice," he smirked at me, putting a cigarette in his mouth slowly.
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