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She puts arms behind her head rather casually with disinterest painted all over her face.
"I am not in the mood to. I just painted my nails and it would be a waste to chip them on your boney face."
She was a fickle creature, that's for sure. https://t.co/SQKYY8eWGT
then let us see how far I can shove mine up your ass. https://t.co/e6CQWdoWpx
And he's met with her cold indifference. She wasn't the friendly sort. In her mind—they were enemies. She wanted to hurt him and yet he's being hospitable? Tsk, please.
She can do whatever she wants.
. . why? It is fun to be mean. It gets her good reactions. https://t.co/sPfsUkp2Rx