Tracey. I don't know how else to reach you-- I would fear for my owl's life.
Please, talk to me. I swear it's not what it looked like.
Please. I'm sorry, fuck, I'm so so sorry. I didn't lie mean to lie to you-- I had to, I couldn't let you hate me.
But it's happened. And you do.
Fuck.
Trace, I care about you so much. Please, please, please.
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Please, please, please, shut the fuck up!
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Then you post this fucking...mess.
And what the FUCK is Miles talking about?
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I had also thought you would have been shamed enough for one evening, but it seems I am wrong there as well.
I can't believe you have the nerve to call me "Trace" now.
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