I loooove you forever.

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I loooove you forever.
Always satisfied.. never want to stop fucking. It’s the only time I truly feel.
Babe.
Batty Babe.
You have killed a part of me. I’ll still love you.
Whiteeee.
Juice Cleansing got me like whoa.
Faded.
Cutie baby bats.
Struggling pain.
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“I want to speak to a manager,” the middle-aged woman said in her stern I-used-to-be-a-soccer-mom-ten-years-ago voice, looking down at me over the top of her Gucci reading glasses.
A wicked grin split across my face and the gates of Hell opened up behind me, releasing a gust of hot wind that whipped my apron around my body and forced the woman to shield her face. Demons came forth, dancing around in flames with songs of, “She wants to speak to a manager. Did you hear that? She wants to speak to a manager!” before erupting into earsplitting shrieks of laughter, none louder than my own cackling.
I took in the woman’s look of utter horror before my eyes rolled back into my head and I growled,
“I am the manager.”
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Yep. Exact feels when this happens at my work.
Earth girls are sleazy. I mean.. easy.
Walking on needles.