Fat.
Three.
“I'm Twelve.”
September 4, 2003.
Today, I finish my unnecessary summer work. Over the past three years, I sorta became a raging kelpto.
March 12, 2002;
I stared at the tempting rectangular piece of plastic I held in my sausage fingers. Glancing at the screen 'Buy credits NOW' I shook my head and said “No.”
I should've known not to join this piece of shit website.
Quickly, I right clicked on the 'Buy credits NOW' and opened it in a new tab. I scanned the prices and found $81.09 for 102k. I grinned and typed in the numbers on that piece of plastic.
The memory made me shiver. That year, scenes like this happened over a number of times.
Please, never play IMVU. It's quite terrible and makes you a greedy little bitch, who likes to steal from your parents (and makes them lose their trust in you).
September 4, 2003.
Today, I finish my unnecessary summer work. Over the past three years, I sorta became a raging kelpto.
March 12, 2002;
I stared at the tempting rectangular piece of plastic I held in my sausage fingers. Glancing at the screen 'Buy credits NOW' I shook my head and said “No.”
I should've known not to join this piece of shit website.
Quickly, I right clicked on the 'Buy credits NOW' and opened it in a new tab. I scanned the prices and found $81.09 for 102k. I grinned and typed in the numbers on that piece of plastic.
The memory made me shiver. That year, scenes like this happened over a number of times.
Please, never play IMVU. It's quite terrible and makes you a greedy little bitch, who likes to steal from your parents (and makes them lose their trust in you).
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