What's so good about the ballet here? I already tried going to all the places. They're a bit fake. I really don't get it. They just aren't like constructed in the flesh. They're more like there for fun but not good, not good people, as everyone knows. I had this nice roommate with bright red hair who was homeschooled. The ballet teacher's daughter looked very hollow as she got older, impressed everyone she encountered, also homeschooled. I guess her mom moved to the New Orleans area or maybe her mom. I thought they moved there later. So, she's kinda gay. Her dad is really nice, so I don't get it. Her mom is so ***y. Like, she has like a protruding forehead, reminds me of Ginny. I guess her mom is ***ier. I mean, my dad has ***y sisters. It makes people mad that he's nice. I kinda thought of myself as my mom because I thought it was sweet and it'd be gay otherwise because I'm a girl. I relate to my dad like I'm the female! He's not some perv born in 1953 like his sister.
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