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A small loan of a million dollars
And I found this ring in his drawer that said, "we're simply meant to be". He said his girlfriend has the other one. So I took it and wore it all day, and the next, and it turned my finger green, and I'm still wearing it.
And after I was done fucking him I laid next to him and told him I'd written poetry about sucking his dick because I had.
And he wouldn't cuddle me after so I went and sat down in his closet, with one of his pocket knives, and cut a big gash in my upper thigh and bled for so long. I smeared the blood on my hands and feet so as not to stain the floor.
He came in and saw me and asked if I had bled on his carpet.
I hadn't.
And after I was done fucking him I laid next to him and told him I'd written poetry about sucking his dick because I had.
And he wouldn't cuddle me after so I went and sat down in his closet, with one of his pocket knives, and cut a big gash in my upper thigh and bled for so long. I smeared the blood on my hands and feet so as not to stain the floor.
He came in and saw me and asked if I had bled on his carpet.
I hadn't.
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