Shoot me now. Britney is so fake it's pathetic. I can't stand it anymore.
"Justinnnnnn! Kissy Kissy!" Britney cooed. It made me want to puke. This was it. I'm through with Britney,
"STOP! I am done with you. You fake, plastic, barbie doll with a boob job. Get out!" I yelled. She fixed me with an icy glare as I pushed her out the door and slammed it in her face. I decided to call Stacey. I let it ring and ring but nobody picked up. I needed to take a walk. I walked past the apartment Stacey was staying in for a couple of weeks and I saw her looking out her window. Then I looked ahead of me and saw Ryan Phillippe stalking toward me with a look of pure hatred on his and I knew there was going to be trouble.
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