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He's here.. He's back. I have to tolerate him sitting next to me again. Our director says just tell him what you want him to do. Like he'll listen to me. I don't know what I'll do. If I can do anything And he's here until Monday.. What am I gonna do? I can't breathe when he's around. He is the creator of my butterflies that inhabit my stomach. What will I do? He's back. He's here... Someone **** me please?
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May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 8:04 AM UTC
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He's here.. He's back. I have to tolerate him sitting next to me again. Our director says just tell him what you want him to do. Like he'll listen to me. I don't know what I'll do. If I can do anything And he's here until Monday.. What am I gonna do? I can't breathe when he's around. He is the creator of my butterflies that inhabit my stomach. What will I do? He's back. He's here... Someone **** me please?
caitlin-5
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May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 8:04 AM UTC
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