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whispers i wanna rp

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chatters nervously i have a final in less than a week

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heyyo folks

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Nyrae Dawn, Measuring Up

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-his immediate reaction is to emit a sound of disgust, attempting to shove her away as she slobbers all over him. his expression is far from pleased as he rubs her saliva off of his cheek- Keep your tongue to yourself, Zeller. Then you won't have to taste it.

[leans forward, and her tongue darts out from between her lips to lick a quick stripe along Jet’s cheek. As she pulls back with a severely crinkled nose, she chides,] Ugh, Jetson. You taste far too bitter.

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sadly it is 2 in the morning and i have school so i must sleep

goodnight my darlings

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And here I thought I had supportive, lifelong friendships. I guess I was wrong all along.

It’s not very polite to be slowing us down with a kid, babe.

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Oh. I see how it is.

The both of you always exclude me from the excitement. Are you discriminating me because I'm a parent now? That's not very polite of you, y'know.

For your information, Jetson—my past few weeks have been filled with nothing but excitement. Jeremiah and I eloped, I will have you know.

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Nowhere nearly as exciting.

Venezuela.