| Hello, new friend. My name is Fred. The words you hear are in my head. I say, I said, my name is Fred. And I've been...very naughty. The story I'm about to tell, I tell you, I will tell you well, is about my dear Aunt Murielle. And just how I've been...naughty. Viola! The farm. My Aunt lives here. With precious pup, and husband dear. My heart beat fast as I drew near. I felt so nice...and naughty. ----- Another note: I often switch things around because I can never make up my mind which is also the reason growing up I never had a journal. I mean, I'd always change my mind about how I felt and yadda yadda. :D So yeah. |










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Art, that is.
and may i say you're very pretty
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my
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''I dont know, I dont care. Have a problem with that?''
-Plamu lives in mah strawberry pants and eats chockolate-
"I hate that kind of girls. Too innocent and pure, makes me want to rape them..."
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