#starter effy

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Texto // notxndrugs

Effy: no estoy de humor y tengo cinco llamadas perdidas tuyas

Effy: qué te pasó?

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Texto / Geschrieen

Effy: compré demasiado y muy barato Effy: y tengo la casa sola Effy: qué más podría pedir?

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xdelinqxent Walking nervously from one side of the room to the other, Effy twisted the situation in her mind over and over. This could not be happening to her, to them. She finally looked up after minutes of dead silence, and pressed her lips into a thin line. "Are you absolutely sure they know?" She asked for the fifth time.

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text to themultimusemayhem

Effy: wanna go get high

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text to { open }

Effy: Are you sure this stuff is safe?

Effy: The last thing you sold to me, is it safe?

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text to - {fucker}

Effy: where are you we have a doctor's appointment

Effy: we're late we can't be late

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Effy rió con ganas, moviéndose al ritmo de la música; hacía tiempo que no bailaba y sus pies traban de acostumbrarse de nuevo. -Estoy bien, en serio - dijo, como por décima vez en la noche, tratando de , nuevamente, ignorar el tema.

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Effy knocked fervently on angus' door, wrapping her other arm around her waist. She hadn't been sleeping or eating or doing anything in the past few days, for she was too scared of what might happen if anyone found out. She looked like hell, really, had bags under her eyes and her skin was plaer than usual, her lips were trembling when the door finally swung open. "They're going to kill me" she mumbled nervously from the doorway.