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With Tyria I was going to begin. But she always spent my bread that I’d make. and I never had a chance to. So the next day I’d go out and make more. It was so easy to. And big bucks. All the bars, fancy night clubs, and restaurants we’d hit. As well as her buying clothes for herself. I had one beat up bra, a few pair of underwear—recked tennis shoes. 3 pairs of pants and 5 Tshirts to my name. She had gobs of clothes. I couldnt help it. I was insanely in love with her. And just wanted her to have it all. I was her puppet. (en) |
