For Mumsey,
So again its my fault now. What the baloney. Was I being a cow. I shouted at you, Because I couldn't take no more. What the hell, mum. You've made my feelings sore.
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So again its my fault now. What the baloney. Was I being a cow. I shouted at you, Because I couldn't take no more. What the hell, mum. You've made my feelings sore.
Adam sat staring at the phone, I sensed he needed to be alone, so i crept silently into the bathroom. I stood quietly waiting for the sound of him moving.
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@naaviie improv challenge I looked at myself in the mirror, trying to understand why my mother has so much distain for me. I have the same red curls as her, and the same big green eyes.
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I went with such anticipation, fear and suspense to their house that fateful day. But I also had hope. It was forlorn.
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