Jennifer Check.

[Inactive.. for now.] Eater of men. | Succubus. | Jennifer’s Body RP.

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Always so sad when I have to devour a guy before I really get to play with him, all because he talks way too much.

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Aw, that’s so not creepy or anything. https://t.co/gyGqiwci4z

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/Share/? You want me to.. share? If you’re trying to tell jokes, don’t. Being a comedian’s not your thing. https://t.co/5ZeKt1YzwC

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- go killing their best friends in their own beds.

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- should've done before she tried butchering the hell out of me. God, I knew blondes were dumb, but I didn't think they were the type to -

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- was anything to go by.

Maybe it was time to find her. To reconnect, like old times. And maybe it was time to finish her off like I -

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- miss Needy Lesnicki was now out there again and was no longer in the confines of the asylum, if the unexpected killing of Low Shoulder -

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- again, not because the writing was interesting /at all/—I could've written a better article with half a brain—but because I knew little -

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- and left before I could answer his question, but I had every intention of ignoring him anyway. My gaze was drawn to the article once -

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- joke. So I gave him what he wanted and he gave me what I wanted. A fair trade.. or was it prostitution? Whatever.

He said goodbye to me -

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- would rather Needy have shoved her little five dollar box cutter successfully in my heart than to be stuck working. /Please/, that was a -

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- was times like this where I would've happily torn him limb from limb and feasted on his body, but I still needed a place to stay and I -

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- home.

"You met them, right?" he asked as he slipped on his second shoe, evidently in a weak attempt to continue the conversation. It -

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- neither did he. He just needed something to say so we didn't sit in silence while he hurriedly redressed himself to head back -

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- to pieces. So heartbreaking." My tone was just as, if not more disinterested than his expression was. I didn't even pretend to care, and -

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- play house with his atrocious-looking wife.

"Remember that, like, really horrible band I told you about? Low Shoulder? They were sliced -

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- he would continue to pay for my stay in the finest hotels and take care of my every need. Then when he was satisfied, he'd run home to -

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- term. I didn't "do" relationships, mostly because I didn't enjoy men's presences for anything other than food. But if I dealt with him, -

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- reading, babe?" my boyfriend questioned me from where he stood in front of the hotel mirror, adjusting his tie. Boyfriend was a loose -

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- all had to survive, did we not? She didn't understand that. Then she began not accepting it. So much for being BFFs.

"What are you -