My box (pt.6)

I tied up my robe and ran downstairs. I seen Marcus in his Porshe his iPhone lighting up his face. "Bop" I hit him right in his face. He loooked at me, "The fuck !".[…]

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First exam

Melinda page nervously through a two tear old Newsweek, while waiting for the receptionist to call her name! She had just turned eighteen, and her mother had decided that it was about time she had[…]

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Dear diary: november

November 3 Dear Diary, It's getting cold outside! I love the holidays, but I have more pressing things to think about right now! Gary keeps wanting to fuck us, and we keep putting him off![…]

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