"LANG!" there was P's voice called out to me while waving.Apparently, Mr. P is fine."Yo man," I replied, Jamaican style. "Still being alive, huh?""Damn you," replied Mr. P.Mr. P then gave me a cigarette, while Matt seemed happy to live the action creating circles of cigarette smoke exhaled through his mouth. Mr. P, Rooney, Muck, and Flatty then asked how my concert in Brazil.In the classroom, the atmosphere looks noisy. Friends are talking about something that seems fun. You see, some of them look happy and some of them look gloomy. At first, I didn't care what the discussion was about. But gradually, I want to know too.I was just about to ask, my eyes twitched. However, these pheromones are plural and random. I can't be sure.As before, coming out of nowhere, smiling, sexy Leah put her index finger on my lips, burly Gary gave me a deep kiss, Brittany with her sensual lips sighed, and graceful Tiffany slapped my ass. They passed
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