Pink, I fucking love you. You're so damn perfect!
The siguiente morning, I woke up, and did my daily routine: Take a shower, get dressed, and headed downstairs for breakfast.
Surprisingly, Zakkalise seemed to be sick, (Or, so I heard) and today, I seemed to be on my own today. I shrugged, taking a sip of my naranja juice. I looked around and saw that girl, (Veevee I think) who had been argueing with one of my room mates. I laugh to myself, as she seemed to discussing something and constantly adding make up to her already heavy make up filled face. She was discussing with some other girls. (Who looked almost exactly like her)
One of them turned around...
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