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Michelle: *Hums to bad romance Artist Vs. Poet*
Michelle: La la la...
(Well shit, marisol is five-nine. Lily, FAY GAY LOLOLOLOWAY) Marisol: You're Half the height I am!
Marisol: Haha! Hey there my little Sam! >:3
Michelle: *Thinks* I wonder where he is..
Marisol: *Working and hears footsteps* Hello?~
(:'D Yay!)
>:D HAHAHA!
Michelle: *Wonders*
Too much boy version of bad romance!
Brandy: *Epic Guitar*
0-0 Distracted.
Give me a few min...
I'm not sure if I want to ask yet...
(Michelle dudn't speak to anyone other than Danny. xD)
>.> Oh shit it's James.
Marisol: *Flicks the scalpel, cutting the tumor*
Marisol: *Thinks he left, and flips down the hallway*
Marisol: *Thinks, listening to Bad Romance Artist Vs. Poet and hums*