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I knew a girl in high school who dressed in the same tshirt and camo pants every single day (they were clean and stuf, but still) and one time I was walking with her and this d-nozzle came up next to me and was trying to put the moves on and said "Who's this, your brother?" and she never even bothered to correct him.
Someone else who met her through me had known her for months and one day kept talking about him this and he that-when I told her she was a girl she thought I was bullshitting.
What's a bitch gotta do so people know you're not packing?
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