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NorthRockJohnson
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Dear Idiotboy,
Two words: restraining order.
Me.
Dear D,
Always suspected you were part of it, now I'm pretty sure. So hmm, fuck you.
Not-worthy-of-a-me.
Jesus, sorry, babe. Let me know if you need me to throw some punches. Cuz I totally will.
Or if you just want to talk shop




