Tuffy Luv Gets Down
I kind of hate my best friend. It’s not her fault. She’s fine. She’s nice to me. She’s nice to our other friends. I’ve been living with her since Freshman year (we’re Juniors now) and she’s good as a roommate. But I just can’t stand her. She’s just always on my nerves. She complains about everything.
Coupled. With a Ref?
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Tuffy Luv Gets Down

Coupled. With a Ref?