“Joey… Joey… Joey, look at me!” My mother shrieks at me. So I did. I lazily glance over to her and sigh.
“I’m looking at you, know what do you want?” I grunt, slightly irritated.
She glares at me sternly, her face fill with rage and disappointment. In her hand was a clear, see-through bag that
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I have the final two parts written out. I just need to find them. xD
When I do, I'll post them up for you. <3
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I'm not quite sure, it's been a while since I've written this. And holy shit! I re-read it and the grammar was so terrible. xD xD
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