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There may be dirt on my knee's but don't think for a second that he thought of your name, the only words that escaped from his mouth were mine and no, it wasn't "that ***** Doesn't it become a little repetitive when they all turn to me?
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Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 12:20 PM UTC
Poison Ivy
There may be dirt on my knee's but don't think for a second that he thought of your name, the only words that escaped from his mouth were mine and no, it wasn't "that ***** Doesn't it become a little repetitive when they all turn to me?
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Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 12:20 PM UTC
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