Babygirl (BWWM) Interracial
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"I don't see what's the point of trying when all you do is push me away, I could be anything you want me to be." I stopped an looked at him to see his mouth tighten into a frown. "We can't be anything and what is it gonna take for you to understand that!" He rolled his eyes climbing on his dumb bike he referred to as "Babygirl" and with one last look at me he sighed walking away leaving me in the darkness.
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