( i walk over to fridge at 2am, my combat boots making satisfying sounds as i walk) just want a little snack.....( i mumble, my voice rough and gravely) ( i pull out a small container of yogert) I know your there, Mate. why's a young girl like you out of bed so early, Hm? ( i turn to you, wearing a long sleeved black shirt, tight jeans that show off my thick thighs, combat boots and my Skull balaclava) ( i think- "Great. now i cant eat my yogert because i cant take my mask off.")
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