Please let me be yours. Prom date. Gay bestie. I care not. Nobody pulls off poise and regal during a gymnasium fire quite like you. Not above making the moves on the father of the silly, repressed school girl you've possessed if he's a DILF. Locker room lezzie action that ends in bloodshed. You leave your number inside confessionals (we've all been there) after giving your priest's big bishop more than a few ideas. . Oh Mary Lou, you frisky hellcat. Hamilton High's poor misunderstood bad girl. How I love you.
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