04-07-2009, 09:50 PM
Greg washed his face for the umpteenth time this morning, still getting ready for school as he slaps his face.
"Where's my bike?"
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Joanna on the other hand was nearing school, walking at her own slow pace to the gates. She glared at a janitor at the gate side and controlled him to open them up just for her, which she forced him to say, "Welcome Joanna."
"Hi Peon."
There she swayed her hair back with pure ego rush.
"Where's my bike?"
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Joanna on the other hand was nearing school, walking at her own slow pace to the gates. She glared at a janitor at the gate side and controlled him to open them up just for her, which she forced him to say, "Welcome Joanna."
"Hi Peon."
There she swayed her hair back with pure ego rush.
3000 posts baby!
