Letter 17
Dear Bully,
You got my phone number somehow.
You wouldn't stop texting me.
You: Slut
You: Whore
You: How bout a bj
You: When r u going to get thinner
You: Maybe then I’d fuck your sorry ass.
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Dear Bully,
You got my phone number somehow.
You wouldn't stop texting me.
You: Slut
You: Whore
You: How bout a bj
You: When r u going to get thinner
You: Maybe then I’d fuck your sorry ass.
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