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[firesnaps]

You don't try to look for me, you don't write and now two months later I'm expected to roll over for your every demand?

I don't think so.

I'm not the kind of girl you leave high and dry, mun. Don't tell me your mother never taught you the dangers of playing with fire? I'll make you wish you had the opportunity to scratch your way back inside of her dried up womb.