â anyone ever tell you that youâve got a filthy mouth, mister ? â gaze drags up and down / displeased with behaviour sheâs ended up being on the receiving end of----- sad to say, it wouldnât be the first and sheâs willing to bet wouldnât be the last.  truth be told, heather should be home by now, snuggled up in bed with her walkman, blaring madonna through her headphones.  instead, sheâs burdened herself with the need to please,  and what exactly has it gotten her ?  a walk home all on her lonesome while her car is being used as a fuckinâ mattress for chandler and her latest college fuck.   â why donât you go creep on someone else?  â
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