Awkward moment when I can count the people who really know me on one hand.
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Primitive communication much?
Dip dying my hair. Here is a test chunk. My mom might flip out.
“Maeby Love” by Julia R.
Maeby Love always reminded me of summer. She was wild and warm and her laugh was like the desert wind, loud and beautiful; it made you feel something deep inside, forcing the happiness right out of your soul. Ribbons and beads always tied up in her hair, she was like Skittles and Crayola, a…
I’ve got two guys in my life,
Ben and Jerry.
One could say they are my sugar daddies.
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