I climbed out my bedroomwindow and made our driver drive me to a club. He promised too keep quiet about it when I gave him a smile and promised some extra cash. I met a tall, dark man on the club, we kept on dancing for hours and drank lots of champagne. He held my hand and I told him my story, how I hate this place and that my aunt won`t let me out. He asked me to keep quiet and kissed me instead of answearing my story.
skanky aunt. If you had my socalled mother you wouldnt want to switch. Promise.
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You probably wouldnt switch your aunt for my mother either. Seems like mothers are letting daughters down everywhere nowadays.
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