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"Good girl!" he said, as she took her first steps. he gave her a hug, and she was proud. "Good girl!" he said, when she answered the question right. he gave her a gold star, and she was proud. "Good girl," he said, after her fifth shot. he kissed her slow, with his hand on her thigh, and she was embarassed. "Good girl," he said, with a fistful of her hair. he pushed her head down, and she was numb; she stopped being proud a long time ago. "Good girl," she told herself, when she finally got it right. she gave herself a pat on the back for realizing she alone held the key to her own self worth. and she was proud.
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Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 4:25 PM UTC
Proud
"Good girl!" he said, as she took her first steps. he gave her a hug, and she was proud. "Good girl!" he said, when she answered the question right. he gave her a gold star, and she was proud. "Good girl," he said, after her fifth shot. he kissed her slow, with his hand on her thigh, and she was embarassed. "Good girl," he said, with a fistful of her hair. he pushed her head down, and she was numb; she stopped being proud a long time ago. "Good girl," she told herself, when she finally got it right. she gave herself a pat on the back for realizing she alone held the key to her own self worth. and she was proud.
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Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 4:25 PM UTC
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