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Johanna is a traitor. I can't even. Let me explain this hiss'n
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story and you'll suss it clear.
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So my 200 was this lun, like I said. It was score raz for sure,
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earnest truth. Everyone was there and I mean everyone. All my
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besties and even some creeps. We danced, mum gave a speech, and
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all of it was glitter proper. Anywise, I needed a powder and
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I noticed Johanna skidded out somewheres, so I went to dig in and
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find her. Well, find her I did, snogged up close with one Leo
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Korhonen. They were swapping tongues behind the spritz cooler
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barely out of sight of mum and me. Can you even?
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That hissin' traitor knows I'm for Leo. I've been deep at him for
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ten lun at least. Shes one of my score bodies, or sposed. But now
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she's polar. I can't even. Who does that to a friend, and on her
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two-hissin-hundred day? The worst part is I'm the last to suss,
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apparently. Ezri didn't bat one bit when I came back crying.
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Didn't offer me a shoulder neither, like it was me that skid out
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on a friend. That's not oikea. It's polar as damn. What did I do?
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Some friend she was.
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I couldn't tell mum. She was so overmooned by the party and so
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proud I couldn't fuss on it. It's not her fault Johanna sucked up
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Leo's tongue like a nag harpy. Johanna and Leo skidded out proper
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after and I haven't seen them since. Ezri hung about, but cold.
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I wandered the party the next whiles and it blurs in memory.
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Everything like a dream, but wrong and bitter. Little by little
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they went. I made it through and smiled for mum until everyone was
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gone. Then it was time for me.
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Think I told you that I got a tram? That part's raz. Me and the
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girls were skidding out to Mannerheim. We got a place up that way
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already and it was going to be our own special guz. Well, I've
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still got the tram and the place, but no girls. Mum sent me off
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thinking I'd have my friends and be back in a lun or two, but look
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at this now. I lied to mum and went lonesome.
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The tram is razzy. It's just like I always wanted. I set it into
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the tunnel, tapped out my way to Mannerheim, and kicked off. It's
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on tunnel juice now and I've got hours and hours ahead of me in
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the dark. Tram's got some lights if I want, but the glow off the
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face of this pad feels more my mood. I've no idea what I'm doing,
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truth be. Maywise I'll keep going past Mannerheim. Just tram it up
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on the tunnels for awhile until I'm good and lost or hit the end
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of tracks. Everywhere's got a a pop stand or two and I'm fab at
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service. Playdream Emmi as a pop server at tunnels end mixin with
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the carvers and ruggd crews. I'd be popular, score as damn server
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in the land and all the miner boys would want my tables. I'd flirt
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with any and all and pick one with dreamy eyes and big arms. Not
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like that hiss-shit Leo. Let him have Johanna and her twiggy legs.
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Hours still coming. Anywise, I should rest it. I've got a place
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for a bit. Trouble it up? Later, QEC.
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