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a face even a mother couldn't love
just another day with candle wax boys believing that they are made of indestructible teflon... one match and you'll go down in flames 'cause they don't call me pyromaniac for nothin. you are not the first or the last or the prettiest. boys like you never know how easily you are replaced. don't get too comfortable because this time i'm the one gripping the neck. i control every inhale and exhale of your breath. sweetheart, you are dispensable and i think it's time for you to learn your place amongst my great hall of "disposables, once-dependables." you may find that i can be quite cruel. xxxxxxx abby
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