In a downstairs washroom, Katrya and I sit in an empty, grimy bathtub together, our thin legs kicked up over the porcelain rim, dirty bare feet jutting into the air. We are wearing just our panties and bras because we are as high as kites and have already soiled our dresses with our own sweat. The porcelain tub we sit in isn't cool but it isn't
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LOL @ your icon. was thinking 'bout writing some vamp fanfic after this SIKE
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But I'm sure it's better that way... ;)
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all the people i have loved in my life have been the people who walked away before i could fully get what i wanted from them.. because most men anyway, for me it seems, once i get them, they become boring. i appreciate anyone with a cunning sense of social timing, i guess.
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