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A Conversation w/ Veronica

by cydneysomething

Hey, V. Okay, girl. What are we doin'? We're waiting. For what? Not that little blonde kid! No, not him. Then for what?! Calm down. You've got me. Yeah, I guess... I don't like him, ya know... I know. He said I was beautiful- I know. -and then he just- Would you shut the fuck up?! Christ, sorry! Ugh, it's not you. It's- Him. Yeah. Forget him! Let's find a hot stranger! No. Girl. I know. He doesn't want you OR me. You just gonna ignore me now? Tryin'. Bitch, face it. He was just another excitable boy who got caught up. None of them will stay, and if they do, it won't work. Not like you want it to. I miss the old you who understood that. Why do you have to do this to me? Whatever. I'll be here when you wake the fuck up. Yeah, I know.
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cydneysomething
34 / F / Portland, OR
For You?
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cydneysomething
34 / F / Portland, OR
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Nov 11, 2020
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