The sound of monotone, the face of deadpan, girl if you ain’t lyin’, then the sun is dyin’. Give this stranger some fuckin’ food, otherwise your uterus is fucking screwed.
“The food, you little shit. Give me the goddamned food, if not, I swear I’ll spit.”
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The fuck is up with this lady? Calling innocent strangers bad words and shit like she’s some kind of gangsta.
——oh, the irony.
'Spitting is not allowed in campus premises, Ma'am,’
she says dully, not at all bothered. People calling her a ‘little shit' isn’t part of the long list of Things That Make Helina's Blood Pressure Rise.
