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Elan Dassa
de Elan Dassa - domingo, 2 de diciembre de 2018, 17:25
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I don't understand. I saw Rose again, and she wasn't interest in anything I had to say. She just sat there, playing with her hair, staring at literally everything in the theater except for me. It's probably because I'm ugly. Fuck my nasty scaly back, who would ever love me looking like this. I look like some subterranean lizard creature that was a result of too much radiation exposure. Whatever, who am I kidding. Nobody would love me anyway, even my mentally handicapped fucking brother found love before me. I'm so tired of this shit, and all Rose has done is given me mixed signals. She's so damn confident, in the way she speaks and the way she acts; always singing and dancing through the rows. I'm over it. I should just accept the truth, and get good at golf or something. That's something I can do alone.

-Sam

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