

Sunday Morning"Shit!" screamed Quentin, "Where's my fucking coffee?" "On the kitchen table" trembled a voice eminating from inside the closet. Sobs followed and streamed forth like a river finally bursting through a dam. "It's not fucking here!" Quentin screamed, punching the closet door; screaming and more sobbing soon followed. Quentin stormed out of the door; but the sobbing still continued. Several minutes went by; until finally Amy unlocked the closet door, stood up, and stepped out into the kitchen; wiping the river of mascara stained on her face. She was a beautiful young woman; however, bruised both emotionaly and physicallySunday Morning
White Cliffs
Ready to go
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Miembro de ~spanish-deviants
you're still coming online apparently...why not DO something while you're here huh?
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-Sam
Why can't you save me?
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-Sam
Why can't you save me?
Comment more!
P.S. I finally memorized your new number!
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-Sam
Why can't you save me?
!!!
-Sam
P.S. !!!!!!!
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-Sam
Why can't you save me?
...i'm scared...
-Sam
P.S. no this is not supposed to make sense....
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-Sam
Why can't you save me?
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