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I'm Not Pure.

"Hey, Jake. What do you say I take you on that offer for drinks?" 

"Sure. Say 6?"

"Can you come fetch me now?" 

"Be there soon."

I found myself wiping a stray tear well, I guess rejection does hurt, although that was totally indirect but still. Fuck him!

I go upstairs into my room and find something to wear, well this is going to be tough considering I don't really have dresses but I can totally mash something up.

I find my long-forgotten tight black high-waist leather pants and a black see-through crop hemp and a black jean jacket, for shoes I wore my black heels. This outfit was really dark, just like my mood. But in conclusion, I just really love black.

I apply my matte Maroon lipstick and some mascara, I don't know why dad ever bought me such things, I guess he always knew the time would come when I would be a girl... because of a fucking guy. Wise old fool.

I finish my business and walk downstairs and find the co

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