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Rebecca, call me Becky or Becks. From London. 17. I sing. I attempt to dance too. Get to know me.
Love you, though.
Love you too, perv.
It’s hard being gay.
Coolbeans.
Your gay is shoooowing.
This song goes to Tom, my best friend, who I vaguely remember dancing to this, so yeah, Tom, this is for you and your gayness.
Of course I did. I’m not a pervert. You’re like a sister to me.
Of course you’re definitely not a perv.
Think you were drunk though, it’s cool.
Please tell me you left as soon as you walked in.
Once. By accident. Why must you sleep naked, woman?! Why?!
What!? When the fuck was this? Oh my god. I hate my life.
Says the girl with the mangina.
It’s a vagina, how would you know if I had a mangina anyway, it’s not like you’ve seen me naked.
Paaark? And so what if I was? Wait, no, my penis is not tiny.
Yeah. And, it is. Remember when we were playing dares and we pantsed you? Yeah, your penis is verrrryyyyy small.
