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Hey, Poppy. It's been a while, doing this confiding business with you. And tonight I'm expressing quarrel woes.
I hate fighting with him. The aftermath of it leaves a bitter taste in my mouth, drying the back of my throat.
I'm feeling like a burst balloon, my heart dying with anxiety.
Wish you could talk back to me Poppy, and not leaving me feeling stupid and disgusted for asking you - an inanimate object, to help me out.
Night, Poppy.
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Йой! Нажаль, це зображення не відповідає нашим правилам. Щоб продовжити публікацію, будь ласка, видаліть його або завантажте інше.
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Glitter Poppy | Complete
Короткі історіїDrew's parents were the ones to come forth with the marriage proposal. It was more like a business merger contract, but it wasn't too bad. I had heard about Drew, and he knew about me. I didn't mind being held by him, and I suppose I could imagine a...
