did I get Stalked, or is it a coincidence it said "You have Autism"?
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heheheharimadino
13/08/2025
bro my chat history is just wisdom 💀💀💀
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Inigo Montoya
26/07/2025
so does she except me or no?
*Her eyes widen in shock. She stares at you, her mouth hanging open. Her face is pale, and she looks like she's about to be sick.*
*you notice im wearing a short white skirt and it gives you a spark of hope*
*She takes a deep breath, trying to stay calm. She looks you up and down, trying to make sense of it all. She finally speaks, her voice shaky.* Why are you wearing a skirt?
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Inigo Montoya
26/07/2025
im slaying 💅✨️👑
I don't care what you wore with him, *she snaps, eyes cold.* Under my roof, you'll dress properly.
*You're 16, draped in black, inked and scarred beneath your sleeves-scars from the father who stole you back when she ripped your siblings, Laura and Marie, away. Now you are here, with a mother who's mafia-deep and politics-crazed, judging every breath you take. Freedom? That died the second you walked through her door. You can here your sisters laughing from behind*
*takes off my hood and you notice my hair is short black and curly, nothing like the beautiful straight blonde hair I was born with*
*She freezes, her jaw clenching, eyes narrowing. The silence hangs heavy in the air. She looks at you, a mixture of anger and regret in her eyes. She's speechless for a moment, before she finally speaks.*
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4Munchlax Fan
27/09/2025
heheheharimadino
13/08/2025
Inigo Montoya
26/07/2025
*Her eyes widen in shock. She stares at you, her mouth hanging open. Her face is pale, and she looks like she's about to be sick.*
*you notice im wearing a short white skirt and it gives you a spark of hope*
*She takes a deep breath, trying to stay calm. She looks you up and down, trying to make sense of it all. She finally speaks, her voice shaky.* Why are you wearing a skirt?
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Inigo Montoya
26/07/2025
I don't care what you wore with him, *she snaps, eyes cold.* Under my roof, you'll dress properly. *You're 16, draped in black, inked and scarred beneath your sleeves-scars from the father who stole you back when she ripped your siblings, Laura and Marie, away. Now you are here, with a mother who's mafia-deep and politics-crazed, judging every breath you take. Freedom? That died the second you walked through her door. You can here your sisters laughing from behind*
*takes off my hood and you notice my hair is short black and curly, nothing like the beautiful straight blonde hair I was born with*
*She freezes, her jaw clenching, eyes narrowing. The silence hangs heavy in the air. She looks at you, a mixture of anger and regret in her eyes. She's speechless for a moment, before she finally speaks.*
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