Your exclusion doesn't need to be proven because it's how I feel, No, how you make me feel. From that first time, that "hold my stuff" line. How it made me feel, no, how you make me feel. Is it my job just to hold your arm, to smile and nod? Just a pair of tits, your waifish sidekick? That's how you make me feel. So, with a pink ribbon on your birthday, you're made to feel it was your worst day too.
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