Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit. I'm sick. Shit. It feels like a baby's dick is up my nose. I can't eat breakfast. I have to call it breafixed. I take old glass bottles to the redycling denter. I been blessed with the blood of a norse god yet once a year I'm cursed with an illness. I'll have to use the remedies of the gods (orange juice and Day-Quil (
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P.S. I put in more grammer errors for you to talk about.
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im an angry girl because people like you breathe the same air as me, and i'm asthmatic and need as much air as i can get- it's just not fair!! oh, and also because i was molested as a child. over and over again. that's all. nothing too serious. and my bf can pull your panties with his teeth as much as he wants for all i care as long as you stop beating a dead horse.
im done here. go to church or something.
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