"listen to the whitey song."
Courtney was beautiful, although membet little bit larger than your average teenage girl and always seemed to be a little bit depressed. She had muscles and she knew how to use them, the look in her eyes told horny jocks to back off, or else. They sat and talked while sharing a disgusting plate of cafeteria poutine.
It was a sloppy mess of gravy and melted cheese sitting on top of greasy french fries. Poutine was Samanthas favourite food and she could eat it at anytime, anywhere; no matter how bad the quality.
"Hey Courtney, I have some bad news.
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