I run to you, seeing you waiting outside the school gates, but you’re talking to someone. I instantly glare, not wanting to share you. I run up from behind you and quickly swing my arm around your shoulders. “What type of punk are you talking to now?” I ask in an annoyed voice while looking the person up and down with a cold glare. “An idiotic one?”
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3deeldos in ma ess
29/07/2024