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Sandra is still annoying the killer and doesn't know.
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| Are you poetry-ish? What ever are you taling about? Or street? My boy, watcha been chattin' bout? *Giggles like total idiot* | |
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| *Sighs tiredly* Here is me numba'. *Gives number* - *Grins evilly secretly* | |
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Sandra the Stupid isn't so stupid, maybe..
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| Thanks.. *Texts with private number* | |
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| *Gets text* Hey! Where's ye own numba'?!! | |
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Oh wait, we were wrong, she's stupid again. The killer is so angry he cuts his thumb off! Ooh.. That's gotta hurt! To Be Continued...
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| Well, I wanted you to text me your pic...not see you! *Laughs high and low notes like complete idiotic dork* | |
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| Grr! I don't have ye numba' on phoon er ye text! GUH!!! | |
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