Selling Your Soul pt. 1I walked towards Gina Margaret, hood over my head as usually, trying to cover my skin. She was a very normal looking girl; she had no body fat, some tits, and maybe even some ass if you look closely. What a waste of potential.Selling Your Soul pt. 1
She was sitting on the park bench, all by herself, as nobody else was in this park. They’re all probably at home eating ice cream or playing video games and watching television. Lazy Americans. “Miss Gina Margaret,” I called out her name in my regular voice, which was very deep and has been known for scaring cats to the point of their death.
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Annette's Dance Session.Annette looked around the house. Empty. She smirked. Ever since she was caught belly dancing, she made sure she could do it in total privacy. She returned to her room, and wore her dance clothes. Poofy, nearly see through pants and a top. She kissed at the girl in the mirror who smiled at her. "I can't make fun of them for being geeks, but when I have a hobby, it's 'Laugh At Annette Day'. Real fair..." she ranted to nobody in particular.Annette's Dance Session.
The door closed with a hushed click. She locked it, and rushed over to draw the blinds. Her thong tugged slightly, as her supple rump fills her clothes well. No one could see her, as the maroon curtain
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My whole world does not revolve around fat girls, you know; I leave that to the expansion writers.
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“There’s a calm before the storm, and my western front is quiet I got Rembrandt at my right hand, solo as my pilot”
"I found no people for killing time, so I found time for Killing people"
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"I reject your reality and substitute my own!"
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