i don't know what happened, but it probably took place between some time ago and right now.
i don't know how to do feisty anymore. it feels like everyday i have to resort to some hair-twirling-around-my finger and ask favors using a teeny tiny voice that a vagina might have if vaginas can speak. a damsel in distress wearing a trench coat and
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not good.
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