Baby c’mon. What do you want me to say? That Im sorry? But for what. How was I supposed to know? His voice echoed softly threw the hallway, and nothing to be heard from the other side. Nothing but a small phone speaker, whining LA woman, LA woman. He felt like he was asking questions to the door itself. Waddup mister door, would you happen to know why this angel of mine turns into a raging **** wh
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