The Player Has My Sweatshirt
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Ongoing5m
Last published Tue, Oct 25, 2016
I didn't attend for this to happen...I-I just woke up next to him! I swear I was drunk...I don't remember a thing...I don't understand why he keeps calling and texting me. I don't want to talk to him. Wait....he has my sweatshirt?
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