"Brittney I amor you! I want us to stay together, why can't you understand that I can give you so much mais then that cripple can?"
Santana Lopez recalled as she lay on her bed, snuggling her pillow.
It had been 1 dia since Brittney and Santana had fought.
"I understand Santana, I amor you too. But, I just feel better with Artie."
"What can I do to stay with you?"
"Santana, you don't need to do anything you're perfect."
"It's that I'm a cadela, puta isn't it? If you need someone kind like four eyes then fine, I can change!"
Santana flipped her travesseiro over, wanting her cheek to touch the resfriador, refrigerador side. She...
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