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It wasnt even you I was upset at

Look, I know I was a total asshole.

Okay? I’m a douchebag, son-of-a-bitch, loser asshole.

Are you happy?

Call me whatever you want. I deserve it.

Come on Terri. I love you.

Open the door, Terri.

Baby, don’t do this.

I didn’t mean it. It’s just, you make me so fucking mad sometimes.

Tell me what to do. Tell me what you want me to do.

Anything. I’ll do it.

Please.

Goddamnit Terri, open the motherfucking door!

I know you’re in there!

Open the fucking door, you cunt!

Baby, please.

I need you.

Open the door.

Please.

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Title by: Tamisan
Story by: Jenny

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  1. fUD says

    THAT”S MY GIRL!!!

  2. Nick says

    Haha… Yes, the first c-word on the site comes from Jenny. But of course.

  3. st james says

    danng… you nailed mixed emotions. heartache, with a touch of sweet and shadow of sad. (well done jen)



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