I'm a Texas girl, lived there most of my life. That's not to say that my life was easy, especially when I threw a wrench into the works; a week after I turned thirteen, I told my family that I was a girl, or that I should have been one, and that's when my life became a living hell.
Rescue
by
Crazy Pagan Gurl
This is a picture of the car that my sister and I rebuilt when I was seventeen years old.
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