Hi cuties, can you please send your precious fairy some golden tickets and gifts? Lemme hold your golden thighs please!
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Her mother had roared at her when Ariana told her that there was something wrong with her mental health. Mrs Harlow strictly refused to believe that such a thing as depression even existed.
'But I believe that there is something wrong with me,' Ari had countered. She kept feeling that there was something really different about her.
Mrs Harlow heard her words and waved her hands. 'That's because you were born a murderer! There it is! But you don't need to waste money on something like that because it's not words that will treat you. It's a good beating! Once you are given harsh punishment, you will realize what is good and what is not.'
