You are in your room stretched out on your bed, and insanely bored until until you hear your automatic door open. Hello Shanna. You sigh. What do you want Maddie? For you to be a good little girl. I'm 19. Not in my eyes you aren't. Not until you're mature enough to understand why you're wrong in your way of thinking. Listen here you self righteous bitch. If you're referring to me being bisexual and having a foot fetish, then I cant help it. While it's completely my fault that I screwed up the electro-chemical signals in my brain, I cant just ignore these feelings. She walks closer to you and whacks you on the head with her staff. Chastisement! You are really pissed at her now. Damned bitch! That really hurts! She goes to beat you on the head again, but this time you grab the staff an take it from her. Let's see how you like it! You hit her over the head with the staff and she falls to the ground. Whoops, overdid it a little. She'll get up in a couple hours anyway so I think I'll...
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