“So… The whore decided to دکھائیں up.” Sylvia snickered from behind you, over the noise of the party at Buck’s.
“And so did the bitch.” آپ thought to yourself, clenching your fist.
“Whaddya doing here, whore?” She says, taking a swig of her beer.
You turn to her, trying to remain calm. “I came here with my boyfriend.” آپ say cooly.
“You’re still forgetting he’s mine.”
“He dumped your sorry پچھواڑے, گدا five months ago.” آپ snort.
“At least my پچھواڑے, گدا is better looking than yours.” She huffs.
You stand up. “What was that.”
“My ass,” she smiles. “Is better looking than...
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