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pretend this is on the train and I decided to go home with a diff group =X (don't kill me)
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| I am so cool. I love me *fondles myself in my mind* I am the greatest. I am so perfect. | |
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| *shudder* ugh, it's that stupid fat slutty pasty white annoying bitch again... Fen left me... what a butt. | |
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doesn't this make you sick, Charles?
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| *puts on fake squeaky voice* Hey Charles, going home yet? ugh, these shoes are SO killing me... you have NO idea just how HARD it is to look this good... we girls try just SO hard... ugh... | |
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| [*shudder* oh god... she looks worse by the moment... ] um, yeah. | |
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| um, Charles, why don't you look at me when you talk? | |
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| [because you're nasty] oh, I like watching the train tracks go by. | |
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