it's safe to say you dig the backseat.'

[princeton trevor roth.]

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yeah, i heard you like her. but i am a million fucking bucks. i am a thousand fucking bucks.
YOUR BITCH IS DEAD SHE WAS HIT BY A TRUCK

[/size]holy shit, she smells like heaven. been best friends since we were eleven. and, oh my god, i like her.
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to be completely blunt, it was cold as hell. which is a pretty strange saying, considering hell is supposed to be a "fiery pit". but then again, it was also pretty irrelevant to state the weather in trevor's eyes. yeah, yeah, obviously it's cold. do so much as mention "alaska" and your only decent visual is a pure white frost wonderland surrounding the area in vast coverage - really leaving no area for heat to enter. this was pretty unusual for trevor, considering his original birthplace was in LA, good old ghetto LA, shivering and having the ability to see his own breath was a whole new world to him. he was slowly getting used to it, but that certainly didn't mean he was enjoying himself one bit in this shithole. so, knowing trevor, he did what he knows best. squirmed his pale, skinny fingers around his pockets until he pulled out a lighter and a little white stick of cancer. it had been his first cigarette in a while (


DIS SHIT BE UNDONE, yo<3.

"this is your character speaking."

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