Purcel, Taylor Elizabeth

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*TAYLORELIZABETHPURCEL,
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OH, HAI THERE! I'M SNEAK AND IT IS MY PLEASURE TO MEET YOU. I'VE BEEN DOING THIS FOR THIRTEEN YEARS SO I KNOW WHAT TO DO. YOU NEED TO TALK TO ME? HIT ME UP AT THIS SITE VIA PMAND I'LL TRY TO GET BACK TO YOU.

FULL NAME Taylor Elizabeth Purcel

AGE 14

GRADE 9

SEXUALITY Straight

BIRTHDAY November 24th




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[/i] The kettle hit the ground with a loud clang as Rachel burst into Samantha's door. "You could knock, you know." She glared over to her friend and shook her head in a disapproving way. The younger girl just laughed and walked over to Sam, pushing her in a friendly gesture. The blonde hair fell over Samantha's face as she leaned down to pick the kettle up, and an exasperated sigh escaped her lips. "What the hell are you doing here? If my mom found out you were here at 11 o'clock she'd freak out. You have to go. Rachel made a sour face and shrugged, "All right fine. But you are missing out on a sick party. Darion and I are about to head back. Just wanted to see what you were doing. Later, Gator!" Another sigh escaped her lips and she rolled her eyes, giving a sarcastic wave to her friends. Darion seemed okay to drive, so it should be fine. But she expected a phone call later asking to be picked up. She'd have no choice, really. Looking out the window that was in front of the kitchen sink she smiled at the night sky, running the water and filling the kettle once more. It was a great night to practice on the guitar. After all, the woods weren't so scary here. Back home they were. Back home. This is your home now, Sam. Get used to it. She knew she would have to. She was just going to have to try...[/ul]
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