Thursday, August 17, 2023

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Oh what did you think b*tch?  That you get to be me and have MY Father run off with YOUR Mother.  Dream on, B*tch.  You were never special.  Oh you think you got Russia in the bag, B*tch?  Why, do you think my dovange journal belongs to you.  NOTHING OF MINE BELONGS TO A B*TCH LIKE YOU.  Stay clear of me because I WILL beat your ass over and over, B*TCH.

~emmaruth
 

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