It was a strict 12pm. Crizmon and Lovey were having a raw. “Crizmon! Listen to me, te ha-” Franny began “No, I won’t! I refuse!” Crizmon detto sharply “Please… please…” “Go ahead, but be quick” He snapped at her “Your making the wrong choice… your probably thinking I’m saying this to break te up, o make te late. But I’m not. All I’m saying is that te and Melondy… well, I think te can do so much better.” “What makes your so sure? te listened to that girlfriend song?” “No.” “Well?” “Just go… your be late” Lovey left and started to cry....
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