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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 that as damn. What did
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I do? Some friends they 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. I made it through
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and smiled for mum and everyone left. Then it was time for me to
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go.
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Think I told you that I got a tram? Me and the girls were skidding
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out to Mannerheim. I got a place up that way already and it was
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going to be our own special thing. Well, I've still got the tram
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and the place, but no girls. Mum sent me off thinking I'd have my
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friends and be back in a lun or two, but look at this now. I lied
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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 and tapped out the directions to Mannerheim and kicked
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off. It's on tunnel juice now and I've got hours and hours ahead
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of me in the dark. Tram's got some lights if I want, but the glow
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off the face of this pad feels more my mood.
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