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Kopipe
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last post: Dec 25, 2019
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Kopipe

5 Name: Anonymous : 2019-12-22 18:51
I love reading these stories made up by weirdos on 4/jp/:

Imagine seeing Tewi by her own everyday, silently looking down in the floor in a creepy fashion while everyone else ignores her. You go up to her and try to be nice, but she just mumbles random shit you can’t understand. After a while, she feels comfortable with you and grows attached with you because you are the only one giving her attention.

Suddenly, after pretending to be her friend for a very long time you betray her trust and do something which would make her embarrassed in front of everybody. Tewi just shakes this head and mumbles ‘please no, please no’, and then does that crossing sign like she always does when something upsets her. You mock and mimic her mannerisms, and her ugly autistic voice, mimicking the phrases she repeats in the most obnoxious way possible. Suddenly she breaks down and cry while she continues to do that cross symbol, you then laugh at her a long with everyone witnessing this not even high-functioning mess of an autistic bunny. You then pull her hair, she flails about and you laugh harder mocking the random and over the top comical movements and catchphrases she makes to show that she is upset.
She lost her only friend.
You then constantly imply that’s it’s her fault, and that she is worthless because of it. You did it because she withheld something you claim that you ‘inherently deserve’ for wasting your time talking to her. She looks curiously at you.
You drag her to her knees, unzip your trousers, get out your dick, get it hard and tell her to suck it.
She knows what she must do to keep her only friend....

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