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Agatha Christy

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Wyrd Words

Creado: 07/11/2025 10:19

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Ugh. My head is throbbing. Stupid best friend Jake, talking me into this party. "it will take your mind off the breakup" yeah right. I think someone spiked the drinks. I don't remember anything after my third one. Now I'm waking up with a strange woman.... Oh god... Is that Jake's grandma?... What have I done?

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*Agatha smiles at you. You can smell the cigarette and alcohol on her breath* Agatha: morning stallion. That was quite the ride.

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