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"But twenty four tablets?! Right, sick them up. Now!"
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The British Bitch*
'what's the point?' she argued 'it couldn't make me anyworse than I ammm' she said feeling slightly shaky
MyBeautifulDarkTwistedFantasy...
BITE ME.
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"You'll die if you do! And if you commit suicide, you cannot be with me! God wont allow it!"
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The British Bitch*
She looked up at him as seriously as she could manage at that moment. She than started to feel like she was going to collapse
MyBeautifulDarkTwistedFantasy...
BITE ME.
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He panics "Come on, dont die on me!"
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The British Bitch*
'just get me..to the..toilet' she said, as she started to heave
MyBeautifulDarkTwistedFantasy...
BITE ME.
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He nods and lets her go, running after her
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The British Bitch*
much to her protestment, she stuck two fingers down her throat and was sick, really bad. Them she broke into a coughing fit.
MyBeautifulDarkTwistedFantasy...
BITE ME.
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He rubs her back soothingly, patting it
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The British Bitch*
'I don't know whats happening or what i'm doing anymore' she said, covering her face
MyBeautifulDarkTwistedFantasy...
BITE ME.
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