I DON'T CARE HOW TMI THIS IS YOU ALL BETTER READ IT
ATTENTION SUMABURA:
SINCE THERE APPEARS TO BE SOME CONFUSION ABOUT THIS I BELIEVE IT'S TIME TO CLEAR THE AIR.
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GIRL.
I LIVE IN THE GIRL'S DORM. I HAVE BOOBS. THEY ARE REAL AND THEY ARE SPECTACULAR. I DO NOT HAVE A TAB A, I HAVE A SLOT B. I HAVE MONTHLY VISITS FROM AUNT FLO. AS MUCH AS I HATE TO ADMIT IT, I HAVE CHILD-BEARING HIPS.
JESUS CHRIST
dammit, I know that fortune teller chick was a complete phony, so why am I still bugging out over that reading she gave me? Who cares what a bunch of fancy playing cards say? *I* know that Duster and me are meant to be!... but I just can't shake the feeling that something bad's gonna happen to us. urgh, I need to do something to get my mind off this. Of all the days for the sex ed teach to take away our monster babies!
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Maybe it has somethin' to do with
me feelin' more feminine than you now, makin' it harder to tell... *shame*how brash ya' look to me. I always associate that with manliness!((Strikes deleted))
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