12-21-2019, 06:31 PM
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she fucking hated animals. so of course she groaned loudly when she spotted the guard dogs of los santos up ahead, roaming the streets. hugging herself tight, teeth chattering, she glared out at the roaming canines. they bared their fangs and slobber dripped from their mouths onto the ground. it made her sick. they were her least favorite animal. they were loud, they were too needy, and she was so annoyed by their constant want to play. they slobbered and they destroyed everything they could get their teeth on. that's why one of her shoes had a hole near the toe of it - a dog had managed to get a hold of it and used it like a chew toy.
❝ if this is another one of those groups, you're pretty shit, ❞ she said loudly and bluntly, starting to get real impatient. ❝ like.. you can't just leave me out in the cold or somethin'. i'll get sick. ❞ not even a minute was spent here before she was ridiculing these strangers for no reason other than she wanted to. she was a shit person. it ran in her genes. her dad left her family when she was young, her mum slept around before finally abandoning her. she didn't want alma. she even said alma was unlovable. if she tried to remember a single time that she got a hug from her mum she couldn't recall a single time.
she was born to be shit.
she fucking hated animals. so of course she groaned loudly when she spotted the guard dogs of los santos up ahead, roaming the streets. hugging herself tight, teeth chattering, she glared out at the roaming canines. they bared their fangs and slobber dripped from their mouths onto the ground. it made her sick. they were her least favorite animal. they were loud, they were too needy, and she was so annoyed by their constant want to play. they slobbered and they destroyed everything they could get their teeth on. that's why one of her shoes had a hole near the toe of it - a dog had managed to get a hold of it and used it like a chew toy.
❝ if this is another one of those groups, you're pretty shit, ❞ she said loudly and bluntly, starting to get real impatient. ❝ like.. you can't just leave me out in the cold or somethin'. i'll get sick. ❞ not even a minute was spent here before she was ridiculing these strangers for no reason other than she wanted to. she was a shit person. it ran in her genes. her dad left her family when she was young, her mum slept around before finally abandoning her. she didn't want alma. she even said alma was unlovable. if she tried to remember a single time that she got a hug from her mum she couldn't recall a single time.
she was born to be shit.
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[b]❝ little lady , give us a smile . ❞
NO , I AIN'T GOT NOTHIN' TO SMILE ABOUT .
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