Ain't it sad? Oh well, no big loss really.


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I really don't understand her.
Sometimes she suddenly walks up to me and takes me in a warm hug. Which is totally fine with me, except she bites. And everytime when she moves away and I rub yet another sore spot in my neck, she simply smirks, gives a wink and claims it's an insect repellent.
Next thing I know, she's skidding off to hang onto her boyfriends' arm and I'm left confused. Why does she do these things? I do not understand. Then when a guy comes to sit next to me, their friendly smile soon dissapears as they notice my neck and are gone before I know it.
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I like to touch people. Simple as that. Feeling the warmth of another person makes me feel... at ease. So I guess it will not come as a surprise to hear I'm also somewhat of a sex-fiend. There are people who even call me a slut. My friends too, though they in jist. I don't mind it much.
My group of friends do indulge me in it. Not the sex, I mean touching. I can cling, hug and jump on top of people however much I want to. With the group we go to the movies, themeparks or the beach. All those fun things. I'm glad. And I was content. But I'm not anymore because of her.
She has not been part


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She clutched the teddy bear tightly to her stomach and stared focused at red stain on the bench across of her. The leather texture of the bear felt smooth and soft under her fingers, so unlike her own satin clothing.
She glanced at the black laced skirt she wore. Under them she had black socks which stopped just a bit over her knee. Perhaps she should have worn the fishnet stockings instead? And of course she had her favorite high-heeled black shoes on with the small roses sewn on top.
She was disturbed out of her thoughts by a male voice in front of her.
"Hello there, I just w
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MOVED. You can find me here. ~RoxasSauce
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