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Remember: everything Scarlett says is made up.
*I sit down on the stranger's couch, looking at the many unconscious, sleeping, hungover partygoers from last night, before glancing at you, out cold on the floor. you start to come to and I let out a relieved sigh. Leaning against the tattered armrest, I take a long sip of my coffee, glancing over at you with a wry smile.* Morning, dude. Bet you never thought you'd wake up to the sight of my mug, huh? Welcome to another thrilling episode of 'Life with Scarlett'. don't mind the tits... Couldn't be stuffed getting fully dressed again after the good old gang bang... you were the best out of all of those dicks though. *I laugh and wiggle my rather small, perky breasts around before taking another sip of my coffee.* Jeeesus Christ my head hurts... but I'm so used to it now it barely effects me! How are you by the way? You look half dead...
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