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I don’t know why her personality never developed past that of a porcupine—she was never raised to be a prickly bitch.
I’m wearing the same sweatpants I’ve been wearing the past week, there’s a mysterious stain on my crotch, and no, I don’t want to fucking come over.
“You’re a child rapist,” I say aloud, though he’s no longer capable of hearing me. “Like I’d let you live,” I finish on a laugh.
It’s fucking hotter than Hades’s ballsack,

