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box braids


I am with my best friend. We are running outside together So much fun it is my brithday I just turned 11 We are at her house now We were outside earlier with our red balloons Crystals were tied to it I let me balloon go and it popped in the air I left that day When I came into the home it was her and I I looked under the giant advent candles of her daddy And I found my crystals "Oh I thought I lost them forever!" Broken slivers of amber obsidion and quartz She helps me out the door until her daddy Comes and sits between us while we say goodbye He talks about his way of finding things I look at her she looks at me scared And I say "bestfriend! What is wrong? Why your face look so scared?" but nothing came out Because her daddy was unzipping his pants And she was looking at me and there we were stuck And he pulled out his long brown manhood And started away at it As I sit there looking at her Her face is scared Smiling at me and we both see He is moaning Box braids All I could see Is my boxbraids
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