okay um I'm Jennifer. call me jenni
I'm 13.
I've been broken ever since, a night in New York . It was 10 pm at night I had arrived at uncle castos house it was Brooklyn New York. We tell eachother
everything I mean EVERYTHING. One night I was falling asleep when I heard a 'bzzz' I found out Its castros phone I answered it and they said "Castro where's my money?" Confused. "what money?" "For the stuff." I hung up and threw it at my uncle.
"What the hell!?" "Your friend called saying where's my money? Bye Castro." I ran out and went to a party.
After a while, I got a call i answered it and it was him
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