Dude, Stephanie met the boy of her dreams. And when I saw him, I like died. Physically. God. Ugh, Jealousy. Woooo.
If I were a woman, I’d want to look Like Elisa. God that chick can rock the swimming.
Speaking of Jealousy, wait, no. I’m not about to rant about him. I’d rather immaturely hiss at him when he walks by. Der. That was retarded, I’m
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