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Mar 2014
I told you I was out front. I was... waiting, watching the back door,  but it didn't open. I heard crunching coming from the other side. Sophie, she looked to me, and I looked to your noise. You came from the back of the house, you had, a giant machete, it shone like, like sharp teeth. I asked you, "why do you have that shoved in your belt?" You said, "some bad ***** goin on, Calli."
Calli Kirra
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Calli Kirra  23/Los Angeles/London
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