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I sat alone in the crowed lunch room. Quietly

  • I sat alone in the crowed lunch room. Quietly judging the loud mouth talkers and the extra people who dance around like its recess. Ugh how i wish these people would just leave.
  • As I sat alone, fuming in my fog of hatred towards the open-mouth chewers and french fry moochers, I saw her. An angel in Uggs and Abercrombie & Fitch. She looked up and caught my
  • eye, i wanted to look away but i knew i couldn't. She stared back at me intently as if she was waiting for something, I opened my mouth and tried to speak but
  • her sexy, beautiful body leave me wordless...That when I have to get it in.
  • who are you lmao ! freaky ASS
  • Im da man of yo dirty fever dreams
  • Bruh..........
  • for real Bruh....
  • Bruh. sup? num say? poppin? up the topside. Got Shady down fersum skippy, my mane. Ya dig? Don be foldin no sh*t bout my gangsta, Bruh. An pulld dem pantsum. Ken see yo dope kaboos
  • , chicka chicka boom boom, chicka chicka boom.

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