Post by ``katarine sanne summers on Aug 13, 2008 18:09:44 GMT -5
KATARINA SANNE SUMMERS;;
underneath it all;;
[/color] and I'm FORTY (sixteen)years old. I'm been doing this for 4 YEARS.
and you cant reach me by JUST YELL RAPE.
I also master of LITTLE BOY'S WILLIES.[/size][/center][/ul]
all about me;;
name;; katarina sanne summers.
nicknames;; katy, katkat, kat, sanne.
birthday;; feb 16th.
age;; 19
year;; wtf?
sex;; female
sexual orientation;; bismexual.
band && position;; INTERGALATIC ORANGE JUICE +guitar.
mirror image;;
LUSCIOUS locks;; reddddd!
PRETTY eyes;; greeeen!
WEIGHT;; light?
HEIGHT;; smalllll!
DISTINGUISHING features;; MY SASSSY HAIR.
LOOK alike;; hayley williams.
overall appearance;; She’s an attention whore, and what can you expect from a love-deprived attention whore? Anything to make her stand out. She loves bright colors and unique styles, styles you don’t usually see on girls around these parts. Skinny jeans, short dresses, and pounds of jewelry. She wants to make a statement, and most can say that she does just that. She was red red hair, and it's defs not au-naturelle. She's dyed it so many times, the actual hair color is probably forgotten. Katy’s eyes are a stunning shade of dark green, one that you’d expect to see only if one was wearing color contacts.
Yeah, she may be a fake bitch, but she thinks the color of her eyes it quite terrific as it is, so it’s one thing about herself she wouldn't change. She's small and tiny, about five foot six. Her weight is a touchy subject, maybe 110 to 120. She’s a small girl, always has been, but she’s got curves. At least, in the upper portion of her body. WE'RE ROLLING OUT WITH THE C CUPS.
deep down;;
LOVE it;; singing. music. friends. photography. guitar. music. music. music. drawing. escaping. creating. trouble. black. rainbows. vivid colors. friends. writing. pranks/pranking. animals. collars. originality. spots. coffee. monsters. swings. slides. whistles. being pretty. pretty. beauty. eyeliner. bright things. coloring. colors in general. boldness. mischief. music. music. more music. singing and more singing. some drums. instruments. music. =). smiley faces. smiles. laughing. playing around. dancing. hair. dye. challenge. math. science. chemistry. myspace. hair spray. hair gel. hair products. white roses. fights. intelligence.
HATE it;;English. Mohawks. red roses. time. limits. boundaries. cages. bland things. sadness. boring people. crying. aching. missing somebody. breaking something. accidents. parents. wishes. ducks. water. deodorant. lip gloss. lipstick. binders. talking toys. ugly things. hairy legs. flies. big teeth. lack of hygiene. her brother. family. sappy people. suck-ups. uninteresting things. diets. eating healthy. pain. piercings. tattoos. short skirts. being called molly. silence. lamefaces. idiots. morons.
REALLY GOOD at;; EATING, POOING, AND SLEEPING.
KINDA BAD at;; DOING YOUR MUM.
THOSE little THINGS;; what little things?
GOALS;; BEING AMAZING, AND BEING MRS. INDIGO KNIGHT.
overall personality;; Katarina is pretty loud.
She's loud, and she's proud of it. What do you expect from a singer? She's completely loud, and sometimes somewhat obnoxious about it. When the occasion calls for it, she may be quiet for a few minutes, other than that she's the girl you hear from 10 miles away. Even too happy at times, which makes her a bit reckless on some days. Though she's constantly downing herself, she's a very smiley, chipper, and happy person. Too happy? Well, let's just say that people love her for it. She doesn't have to be loud with volume, but her whole appearance and personality simply screams at you. Speaking of volume, Katarina can get loud. VERY loud. Perhaps to the point of breaking windows. Or causing an avalanche. She's a very resourceful person with lots of answers and questions. She's usually really calm about answering any questions you may have, but she's a very hyper and energetic person at the same time, with LOTS to say.
Katarina has a horrible temper.
Katy has a horrible temper. She'll attack you without hesitation if you push all the wrong buttons. Like I say, she's almost the exact opposite of her brother. Enemies beware; she means the strictest of business. She loves to fight, no matter what anybody says; you have to admit the rush is fantastic. In her eyes, anyways. She may be tiny, but she has some hidden strength in that innocent bewilderment. In any case, her words will probably trip you up first. She has the gift of a sometimes tempting sharp tongue. Sometimes she's downright MEAN. She'll beat you down within a matter of minutes with a few simple smart remarks; most of the time it won't result to a physical fight, but with Katarina you never know.
Katarina is immature.
Another attribute to her behavior that would be her obsessiveness to act like a child at times. She whines when she misses her favorite cartoons, and pouts when she doesn't get her favorite candy. She's constantly living in the child's world, painting the world with somewhat kiddish color.
Katarina is quite smart.
She's one of the more intelligent beings at school, and somehow people don't believe this until they see her high test scores and straight A's. Just because she pulls pranks and acts like an eight - year - old doesn't mean she simply refuses to learn. In fact, Katy loves to learn and believe in new things, grow to love and become passionate about different subjects. The point being that Katarina is capable of following her childish behavior while coming off as an academically and sensibly smart person.
Katarina is a flower, who needs to be deflowered.
Katarina is strictly straight-edge as well. You won't find her at many parties getting drunk and intoxicated. The silver band around her finger, is a promise to herself to stay as pure as she can until she finds the right person to share her love with. Though it doesn't hold the same religious meaning to a boys, it's a sort of re-assurance to herself that she knows will last. When she finds the right guy, she'll hand her heart over.
Katarina is original.
One of Katarina's biggest pet peeves is sappy people. In her book, it's a highly honorable thing to look your best on your own terms. She might not give off this impression, but she believes in looking good. Classy even, for some people. She hates seeing about ten girls all dressed the same, but she loves when she can look around and convince herself that the reason everybody is wearing odd colors is because they want to be themselves. If it means dressing in sweatpants and an over-sized tee for a day just to be different, by golly molly Katarina is definitely there.
Katarina is a hopeless romantic.
When it comes to romance,Katarina is hopelessly so. She'll by the perfect gift for you if you return it with a kiss, a hug, and a smile on your face, just because she can. She doesn't want to earn any reputation as a tramp, so she doesn't sleep around, and she most definitely doesn't sleep just because. She does, however, believe in love with a fiery passion; all she needs is the right guy. This, unfortunately, is a very hard thing to find in a guy; honesty and true love. Most of the time they just want you under their sheets, which is a shame for those around them.
Katarina is a little rough around the edges.
Kat's downfalls however, can be her temper. She is a really short-tempered person, sometimes it is sometimes easy to annoy her and make her angry at you. Her temper is quick and she has a fairly sharp tongue at throwing insults and shouting at you, she won't hesitate either and isn't the type to be encouraged by people forming crowds around herself and the person she's arguing with. If a crowd forms, she just tends to block them out and concentrate on the other person she's angry at. She isn't the type to hit someone or pick on others because others tell her to, she's her own leader and she'll do what she wants if there is a decision to make.
Katarina speaks her mind.
One of her biggest pet peeves is people who keep their thoughts kept inside. If you speak your mind, you have nothing to hide. She's not very judge mental, and finds fault in herself more than others, but she'll tell you if she can't stand what she's seeing. She's bold about this sort of thing, and she's not afraid to voice her opinion. She doesn't really care of you heed to her word, but she wants her input, and she'll get it. If she thinks it, you'll hear it. However, she would rather speak to someone she's having trouble with alone, instead of in public if she could help it. She can also be very sarcastic at times, especially when someone makes a rather stupid comment or when she's talking with someone she isn't too keen on. Of course, she is mostly sarcastic with her friends, but that's in the joking way that she and the others can get a little of a laugh about.
Katarina is happy.
If you have a problem with cheery, happy teens then you'll have a problem with Katarina. If you have issues with optimistic, vivid, and colorful people, then you shouldn't confront Katy. If you can't handle an easily triggered temper, then you won't chill with Ms. Peterson. If you don't like people that speak there mind, and dare to be mean about it in order to, then stay away from this girl for goodness sakes. However, you'll find that this girl will be the perfect person to tell all your secrets. She's completely full-proof in keeping it a secret department. If you give it to her, she'll swallow the key and never tell a living soul where it went. Her freckled face, hazel eyes, and childish features create the perfect attraction for almost everybody, henceforth why she usually has tons of friends. She'll teach you how to build your fences, get over the bridges, and fool the world. She'll be the shoulder to cry on. She's the person you go to with all your problems. She's the person with a smile on her face, and packed punch. She's the beautiful mess and fun in you're life; she's Katarina.
valuables;;
BEST memory;; SIXTEEN YEARS AGO: “I have something for you, Indi,” said the young girl. Her red hair all done up in braids, just cause it was Valentine’s Day. Wearing her Sunday dress, she had set out to find the boy of her dreams. “It’s card, will you read it?” He giggled and took it. The young male concentrated on each word, trying to pronounce them. “I lo-love you, let’s get hit? I don’t wanna get hit, Kat.” His goofy grin blessed with confusion. “Not hit, hitched, Indigo.” Grabbing his hand, the small girl swung it gently. “Okay, I’ll be your wife.” A quiet pause bestowed them. “Can I kiss you, Kittykat?” He asked her quietly, while her head shook furiously. “Yucky.” She responded, with a grimace. Slowly, he plucked a dandelion and tucked it behind her ear. With one gentle movement, he pressed his pure lips against hers. Slowly, the female did the same. Pulling away, they were both red faced and giggling. “I love you,” he whispered in her ear. “I love you, too.”
WORST memory;; The young girl had now grown up into a well-fit woman. Watching the moving truck, pack up his things caused her eyes to sting. Tears ran rapidly down her porcelain cheeks. Each sob hurt more than the one before. She wanted to fly down and make him take her too. But he wouldn’t, she just knew. Her lips parted and she let out a shaking sigh, tears still sliding down her porcelain skin. She wiped them. It was painful and difficult to accept that he was going away. Slowly, the lithe girl walked down the stairs putting a pair of sunglasses on. She waited with his family. His father loading his car, and her father saying, “Say goodbye, Katarina.” She walked up and took off her sunglasses. Letting him see each tear-filled eye. “Goodbye, Indigo.” Her eyes pleading him, but he wouldn’t look at her. Not once, not ever.
MOST VALUED possession;;indigo's underpants! [/color][/size]
HOME is where the HEART is;;
hometown;; Blackpool.
parents;; renea and carlton summers.
pets;; none.
history;; It was a cold winter day when Katarina and _______ was brought into this world. The exact date was in February, if you care to know. Frost lined the windows of the Summers's and it was a very peaceful time of the day. Suddenly Renea yelled, "Holy muffins, Carlton. Contractions!" Carlton, poor Carlton, almost gave himself a heart attack running around to gather her things. What good would a dead husband do? They arrived at the hospital, Renea almost screaming in pain, and delivered the babies. They decided at once that the older of the two, the older girl, would be dubbed ______. The smaller twin would be Katarina. Throughout the years, as the twins grew into their elementary school days, it was well known that ______ and Katarina were two different egos. It was of the Es that they weren't even related until you saw them together. Descriptions would trick you into thinking they were to mortal enemies. By the fifth grade Katarina had had about five boyfriends. ______ wasn't even thinking about boys. Instead, she was busy setting as best of example of possible for her 1 minute younger sister. Of course, she was the angelic child, supported 100% by their parents and goggled over from relatives; wild little Katarina wasn't as important. Even though she got equally good grades, the same allowance, and had the same looks, she could've been disinherited. Even though this is what Katarina herself thought, she knew deep down that she was loved and cared for. And she hated it.
By the time she was in the 7th grade, Katarina had a huge reputation. Nobody even looked at her wrong, and she was a hero to the school for all the pranks she had pulled. If something happened, Katarina did it. Of course, ______ simply looked the other way and sometimes confronted his sister with a simple 'I wish you wouldn't do that' or 'What do you think our parents will do?'. Sometimes she even got a little frustrated. Katarina would simply smile and walk away, that same mischievous twinkle in her blue eyes. In her Sophomore year, she was suspended from the school for a month. Why? Well, let's just say that the principal didn't find it in the least bit humorous when Katarina prank called him and told him his wife had died in a car crash, and that he needed to rush to the hospital immediately. Of course, this would show the very extent Katarina would go for a good laugh. But don't judge her quite yet; she has a reason for every prank she pulled. Still, sometimes her family didn't understand, and she spent most of her life grounded or in detention. This didn't keep her from forming a few bands here and there, always the rythmn guitarist, and always holding at least one instrument. Still, her family remained ridiculously close, and she was quite thankful for it all.
Katarina was and is a freak about her weight. She won't stand for any excessive fat on this frame. Instead, she chose to sometimes skip breakfast and dinner, and almost always lunch. She barely ate, and hardly does anymore, and sometimes it got her into a bit of trouble. She grew faint and weak, and when her karate instructor insisted that she go on a balanced food diet, she had no choice but to gain a few pounds. To Katarina, this was the worst thing in the world, but she wanted to be better than her sister, so she continued the 'art' of Karate. She did, however, become far too over-protective of her weight. She missed being able to say she was only 100, getting the looks of disbelief, and grunts of the same manor. But she was only up to 110 by then, so she wasn't really complaining. That was normal for a 13 year old, but she was now 19. In the end, she gained ten more pounds without really caring, though you wouldn't know. She looks like a pole.
To sum everything up, Katarina was a large disappointment to authority most of her life. Still, it made her unbelievably close to all of her family. Though she hates it on the outside, she loves it on the inside. It's the thought that counts. Now? Conversing with her sister, getting opinions, hating or loving him. It seemed as she was forgotten or always remembered. Not as a Katy, maybe a Molly. Which was a peeve. Nonetheless, this girl seemed to have her spunk. And simply one thing else that she had to do; Waiting to make history like she does.
FOLLOW my LEAD;;
secret phrase;; hint read the rules
your OTHER work;;
Locky was the first person Katy Peterson had ever loved. He scared her shitless, their relationship scared her. He was too good for her. All the boys that loved her were way too good. She deserved a pile of shit. Katy knew she had problems; she had multiple personalities disorder and anger management. She knew she treated people really sucky; it wasn’t fair. Locky especially, the person who loved her endlessly and he made her happy. When they lived together, Katy was a tad suicidal. She was angry all the time, and Locky kept telling her to get help. She never listened, and he never left her side. She hit him, she cried, and she never returned his love; he still never left. She realized after that, Locky was the boy for her. “You know you’re too good. Why do you stay around?” Katy loved how he made it all happen for her, Katy loved him. But he wasn’t the only one she fell for. There was Gabriel he was great. he was like her other half, and some how had feelings for her. Then it was Alex, he was something, she knew he liked her and wanted ask her out – ending up talking about cows. How could she break their hearts and maybe Locky’s too? “I want to do this for you.”
She sat on his lap quietly, and slowly took off his pants. Her night was going to be super special, unlike her first time. Suddenly a pang of guilt hit Katy. She felt like she wanted to puke. ‘Not now, conscience.’ Katy thought to herself. She was about to have what she wanted. Not lust, but love. Her movements were slow and quiet. “Locky, I love you; you’re the best thing that ever happened to me.” She liked how he was super shocked with each movement. Cupping his face, she pulled it down and crashed her lips on his. It was a gentle kiss; she licked his lips, and opened her mouth- making it way more heated. Katy was pretty turned on; she let out a soft moan. “You know it’s not fair, that you’re still clothed and I’m not.” She giggled and pulled him into another kiss. Tonight would definitely be engraved in her memory. She knew she could never let go of Locky.
Never.
Katy could tell he was enjoying this. She was too. It was perfect right now. Licking her lips, she kissed his jaw line. “You know how much lipstick you have on you?” Slowly, she took his shirt off. Locky was everything she wanted. Looks, smarts, and personalities. She dipped her head down, and sucked on his nipple. She waited, until the flesh got hard and she let it go. Suddenly, she felt hands. They slipped into her knickers, and touched. She let out a moan. All the torn up parts of her heart felt mended together again. She threw her head back, her eyes almost going blank. Finally regaining her focus, she whispered. Lips brushing against his ear again and kissing them. “Can you do that again?” She wrapped her arms around him, and inhaled his smell. “That felt so right.” Katy’s mind was about to explode. She slipped off her panties, no more clothes. Quickly she put them in Locky’s hand. She felt super exposed, but comforted. At least it was Locky. “I love you. I love you. I love you,” She kissed him furiously.
“Fuck Katy.” She heard and smiled. Once again, she slipped her hands into his fly, she pull him out. She then kissed it’s tip. Her tongue running down it, and back up. Katy got up as he moaned. “Quiet down, Mr. Hartlet. They’ll think we’re doing the dirty.” Katy suddenly burst out laughing she just couldn’t help it. “And when I make you scream, they’ll think I’m murdering a customer.” Katy would never try to hurt him. She had hit Locky, when she was drunk. He was the one who helped her stay sober, him and Christopher. “ I feel like taking off your boxers.” She had always wondered if he had the same skin tone all over. He could have like a white butt. Laughing, Katy added, “With my teeth.”
Katy felt so comforted when he wrapped his arms around her. Things were so perfect. It was like there was a burning fire inside of her, which only Locky could ignite. “I know, I’m sorry.” She held him tightly. They were meant for each other. “I’m scared that, I might ruin it, and you won’t love me anymore.” She cared about this guy, he was special, and definitely loved her. She felt the same way. But a tiny part of her heart liked two other boys. This decision was a toughie. At times, it made her crazy. But right now, she was trying not to think of that. It was awfully hard, since she felt her cheeks burning, but all in all, in a good way she wouldn’t give up for anything. “I, I,” she grinned sheepishly, shaking her head, her bangs falling in front of her eyes, “Um, your kissing abilities. Earns my compliments,” Katy nodded as a matter-of-factly, and bit her lower lip, almost shyly after saying that. She had to admit, it left a smile on her face. “And I must ask. How’ve you been?” at that she raised her head, watching him contently. It was in fortune she didn’t ramble during her sentence, but she soon lost her speaking stability, as she got conscious of what she spoke. Suddenly, she felt the grinding of their hips. Katy let a moan. “Locky, um,” This felt so good. She could feel herself getting hotter; Locky was probably not feeling it. But she was. Her head at an angle, she met his lips again in a tender kiss, nothing half ass about her kiss here. It lasted about a minute, until she looked at him deeply, melting in those green eyes she could on forever about, “Hi,” the redundant simplicity of her greeting caused her to flash a small smile. She turned, snuggling into his chest once more. Katy wanted to soak up her emotions, and keep them with her forever. This definitely went on as the best part of her day.
Then she heard him speak. Katy watched his mouth. “It’s okay. I love you though.” Slowly she grabbed her shirt and slipped it on. “I have a confession. Last week, I thought you were angry at my band, and dis-disliked me.” Her words burned her heart. She nearly burst into tears again, but just let a few burn down her face. She hoped he wouldn't notice it. With a steady, strained sigh she began to speak. “And I got really drunk and-” Too difficult. This meeting was making it harder to control herself. Half of her wanted to punch something, and the other half wanted to sit there and cry. Some part of her wanted to hug him. Her eyes filled with tears, and her lungs were filled with an ache. She fought the stupid drops that sprang to her eyes, flooding them from unnatural liquid. “I had sex with Milo,” Her heart hurt so much. “I regret it, completely. I really do love you.” She spoke nothing but the truth for him, and a tear slipped down her face again, this time apparent since she had wiped the water droplets from it. Her throat was sore, her vocals strained, and her body trembling.
But this, oh this had weakened her little spark of fire. It had been so long since it had happened, the extinguishing of the gleam in her blue eyes. “Are you angry?” She didn’t know how to ask him. She was angry with herself. How could she be so stupid? She closed her eyes and tried to stop the tears; fewer fell, but she failed in the killing of the whole of the waterworks. She was a little overwhelmed at the moment, in case you couldn't notice. Katy just felt so pathetic.
She sat on his lap quietly, and slowly took off his pants. Her night was going to be super special, unlike her first time. Suddenly a pang of guilt hit Katy. She felt like she wanted to puke. ‘Not now, conscience.’ Katy thought to herself. She was about to have what she wanted. Not lust, but love. Her movements were slow and quiet. “Locky, I love you; you’re the best thing that ever happened to me.” She liked how he was super shocked with each movement. Cupping his face, she pulled it down and crashed her lips on his. It was a gentle kiss; she licked his lips, and opened her mouth- making it way more heated. Katy was pretty turned on; she let out a soft moan. “You know it’s not fair, that you’re still clothed and I’m not.” She giggled and pulled him into another kiss. Tonight would definitely be engraved in her memory. She knew she could never let go of Locky.
Never.
Katy could tell he was enjoying this. She was too. It was perfect right now. Licking her lips, she kissed his jaw line. “You know how much lipstick you have on you?” Slowly, she took his shirt off. Locky was everything she wanted. Looks, smarts, and personalities. She dipped her head down, and sucked on his nipple. She waited, until the flesh got hard and she let it go. Suddenly, she felt hands. They slipped into her knickers, and touched. She let out a moan. All the torn up parts of her heart felt mended together again. She threw her head back, her eyes almost going blank. Finally regaining her focus, she whispered. Lips brushing against his ear again and kissing them. “Can you do that again?” She wrapped her arms around him, and inhaled his smell. “That felt so right.” Katy’s mind was about to explode. She slipped off her panties, no more clothes. Quickly she put them in Locky’s hand. She felt super exposed, but comforted. At least it was Locky. “I love you. I love you. I love you,” She kissed him furiously.
“Fuck Katy.” She heard and smiled. Once again, she slipped her hands into his fly, she pull him out. She then kissed it’s tip. Her tongue running down it, and back up. Katy got up as he moaned. “Quiet down, Mr. Hartlet. They’ll think we’re doing the dirty.” Katy suddenly burst out laughing she just couldn’t help it. “And when I make you scream, they’ll think I’m murdering a customer.” Katy would never try to hurt him. She had hit Locky, when she was drunk. He was the one who helped her stay sober, him and Christopher. “ I feel like taking off your boxers.” She had always wondered if he had the same skin tone all over. He could have like a white butt. Laughing, Katy added, “With my teeth.”
Katy felt so comforted when he wrapped his arms around her. Things were so perfect. It was like there was a burning fire inside of her, which only Locky could ignite. “I know, I’m sorry.” She held him tightly. They were meant for each other. “I’m scared that, I might ruin it, and you won’t love me anymore.” She cared about this guy, he was special, and definitely loved her. She felt the same way. But a tiny part of her heart liked two other boys. This decision was a toughie. At times, it made her crazy. But right now, she was trying not to think of that. It was awfully hard, since she felt her cheeks burning, but all in all, in a good way she wouldn’t give up for anything. “I, I,” she grinned sheepishly, shaking her head, her bangs falling in front of her eyes, “Um, your kissing abilities. Earns my compliments,” Katy nodded as a matter-of-factly, and bit her lower lip, almost shyly after saying that. She had to admit, it left a smile on her face. “And I must ask. How’ve you been?” at that she raised her head, watching him contently. It was in fortune she didn’t ramble during her sentence, but she soon lost her speaking stability, as she got conscious of what she spoke. Suddenly, she felt the grinding of their hips. Katy let a moan. “Locky, um,” This felt so good. She could feel herself getting hotter; Locky was probably not feeling it. But she was. Her head at an angle, she met his lips again in a tender kiss, nothing half ass about her kiss here. It lasted about a minute, until she looked at him deeply, melting in those green eyes she could on forever about, “Hi,” the redundant simplicity of her greeting caused her to flash a small smile. She turned, snuggling into his chest once more. Katy wanted to soak up her emotions, and keep them with her forever. This definitely went on as the best part of her day.
Then she heard him speak. Katy watched his mouth. “It’s okay. I love you though.” Slowly she grabbed her shirt and slipped it on. “I have a confession. Last week, I thought you were angry at my band, and dis-disliked me.” Her words burned her heart. She nearly burst into tears again, but just let a few burn down her face. She hoped he wouldn't notice it. With a steady, strained sigh she began to speak. “And I got really drunk and-” Too difficult. This meeting was making it harder to control herself. Half of her wanted to punch something, and the other half wanted to sit there and cry. Some part of her wanted to hug him. Her eyes filled with tears, and her lungs were filled with an ache. She fought the stupid drops that sprang to her eyes, flooding them from unnatural liquid. “I had sex with Milo,” Her heart hurt so much. “I regret it, completely. I really do love you.” She spoke nothing but the truth for him, and a tear slipped down her face again, this time apparent since she had wiped the water droplets from it. Her throat was sore, her vocals strained, and her body trembling.
But this, oh this had weakened her little spark of fire. It had been so long since it had happened, the extinguishing of the gleam in her blue eyes. “Are you angry?” She didn’t know how to ask him. She was angry with herself. How could she be so stupid? She closed her eyes and tried to stop the tears; fewer fell, but she failed in the killing of the whole of the waterworks. She was a little overwhelmed at the moment, in case you couldn't notice. Katy just felt so pathetic.
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