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yes john?
oh hey kenzie
hey
hi
hi
hey?
okay stop
stop what?
being awkward
well what am i supposed to do?
it's not like i created this mess
ouCh
now u know how i felt 🤗
okAY OKAY
i get it
u do?
i was a bitch
hm
and i'm sorry
i needed to be told
and i shouldn't have
been so butthurt
ya think?
oof i deserved that
now that's out of the way
friends?
hm lemme think about that..
uh hm i don't think maybe
oof ouchie that one hurt
best friends?
oh thank god
best friends.
for now
for now.
johnny took a screenshot of your chat
just collecting receipts to hold
against ya in the court of law zieg
sure thing orlando
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it's been awhile the updates have
been dry asf but i'm baccckkkk
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All the dark roses in my thoughts..
Poetry Collection..
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