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#unwelcomedactions
You do not ****** me, high as hell, give me a bunk apology, and six months later turn around and change the facts. Cause they're ******* facts! I was there, with your unwelcomed touch. He walked in to my rescue, while you dry ****** fantasies on my couch. (burn it) You are dead to me.
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May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 5:57 PM UTC
Slay the LyingCunt