Imagine you are in the basketball court at your local high school, cheering your boyfriend Atroyred on. You put on your wildcat merch and whisper, "Wildcats are love, wildcats are life." As the game screeches to a halt, you run into Atroyred's sweaty and oily arms, not even looking at the score. "Oh Vanessa! You came!" he exclaimed. I back away slowly and teleport a message through our minds. My name is Gabriella! you yell via mind power. He simply shrugs and mutters a, "Merp" and twerks off of the court.
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RandomYou and I both know that your fantasies can never be quenched; however, these invigorating tales will hopefully help those insatiable desires for all you frickin fricks. May Toolie have mercy on your soul. P.S. All edits are made by me
