"My family didn't get an excuse. My brother was just shitty. To me, to his friends-- and its crazy how many people you can cheat on at once when you're horny enough."

"Oh, he's dead now, alright. Closed casket, you can't very easily make someone presentable when you pull their organs through their throats. "He did lots of stuff to me. He bruised me, beat me, broke my bones, and he's how I figured out what I'm into. Kinda why he's dead now."

"Absolutely. I made sure of it. If you want something done right, gotta do it yourself." She shrugs. "It was years ago. I've made peace with it." It still hurt to think about though. Especially when the person she told seemed to care like that. She felt like they shouldn't.

She pauses and processes before slowly shaking his hand. "Nat. Natalie Ouellette. Nice to meet you, Liu." So formal. This seems almost out of character for him, but then again, she only just met him.

Good morning, sluts and bitchboys, how we doing today?

She's listening to 100 Gecs, no headphones or nothing. She's just blaring it. Shits fire.

Perhaps

"It's boring today. Who wants to go shoot shit and cause trouble?"

She's sitting on a tree branch, swinging her legs.

Lol I forgot about this account))

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She's swinging upside down from a tree, waiting for someone. She's a bold one, because it's a public space, too.

"Are you ever not?"

"Guy, that sounds like a personal problem." She's so nice. To everyone.

"You just gotta, not let it bother you, guy. Go along with it, or ignore it; 's what I do."

And Natalie is hanging upside-down from a tree by her legs, watching the man. What skill!

"Why, thank you."

"I would love a Twizzler."

The what))

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