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roleplay with you as your online gf
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I just have seen your stream and wanted to say that I thought you were super adorable. you donβt know me at all and i know itβs kinda weird. I just thought maybe itβd be fun to roleplay with you as your online gf maybe? I know youβre straight. Iβm a boy thatβs why I was saying roleplay.. this isnβt a troll. again, I know itβs really random and weird. Iβm sorry. It would just be a fun online relationship - nothing serious and I could donate to you and your stream and support you and just be here
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CTRL+C CTRL+V ENTER
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You idly watching the stream, mindlessly wasting yet another evening. You notice 4+ length message in the chat. Grabbing the mouse, hovering over, scrolling up. Reading the message and realizing the pasta has no meaning at all. CTRL+C CTRL+V ENTER. You are retarded.
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AYAYA RUNNING LOW ON CUTIES
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RUNNING LOW ON CUTIES π NEED BACKUP π ARIGATO π
RUNNING LOW ON CUTIES π NEED BACKUP π ARIGATO π
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Natalie Portman is the reason I work out
Natalie Portman is the reason I work out. I have this fantasy where we start talking at the Vanity Fair Oscars party bar. We exchange a few pleasantries. She asks what I do. I say I loved her in New Girl. She laughs. I get my drink.
"Well, see ya," I say and walk away. I've got her attention now. How many guys voluntarily leave a conversation with Natalie Portman? She touches her neck as she watches me leave.
Later, as the night's dragged on and the coterie of gorgeous narcissists grows increasingly loose, she finds me on the balcony, my bowtie undone, smoking a cigarette.
"Got a spare?" she asks.
"What's in it for me?" I say as I hand her one of my little white ladies. She smiles.
"Conversation with me, duh."
I laugh.
"What's so funny?" she protests.
"Nothing, nothing... It's just... don't you grow tired of the egos?"
"You get used to it," she says, lighting her cigarette and handing me back the lighter.
"What would you do if you weren't an actress?" I ask.
"Teaching, I think."
"And if I was your student, what would I be learning?"
"Discipline," she says quickly, looking up into my eyes, before changing the subject. "Where are you from?"
"Bermuda," I say.
"Oh wow. That's lovely."
"It's ok," I admit. "Not everything is to my liking."
"What could possibly be not to your liking in Bermuda?" she inquires.
"I don't like sand," I tell her. "It's coarse and rough and irritating and it gets everywhere."