The girls of my generation are such charming little creatures. You go on now, let down your pretty long hair for the audience and brush it from side-to-side. You smile your most dashing display of pearly whites, and aw at all thats warm and fuzzy. Go ahead and posture like Saint Theresa, put an extra emphasis on that laugh of yours, and give every pretense that life is just peachy keen. But I can see through you, scared and spoiled little girl. And I wont ever, be your dog.
Posted on: Mon, 26 May 2014 20:29:38 +0000
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