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Chicago IllinoisChristmas Eve🎄
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I ate my macaroni salad while watching Ron cry on the phone.
"Can't nobody come back over here cause where the fuck is my cat." He sniffed and I shook my head then looked at Tez as he came down the stairs.
"Why you crying." He looked at Ron and he sniffed.
"Keisha mi- missing, my catttt my babyyy." He cried and I busted out laughing.
We had a Christmas party yesterday and Keisha ain't been seen since.
"I can't believe I'm starting Christmas Eve off without my baby." Ron sniffed.
"I think I know what happened to Keisha." Cam came in the living room with the turkey from yesterday.
"What happened?" Ron stood up.
"Tez cooked her cause this definitely ain't no turkey." Cam looked at the turkey and my mouth dropped open.
"Cortez." Ron looked at Tez and he scratched his head.
"Caron." Tez looked at him.
"You cooked my cat?" Ron asked and Tez nodded making my eyes grow wide.
"Oh my god my babyyyy." Ron cried grabbing the cooked cat out of Cam hands.
"Not my baby Keisha." Ron sniffed kissing it.
"Tez you a sick nigga for that." Cam shook his head.
"I ain't cook it on purpose, I had grease boiling in the kitchen and she must have gotten on the counter cause she jumped in the pot." Tez shrugged and I looked at my food not wanting to eat it anymore.
"Imma kill you bitch." Ron stood up and charged at Tez.
"Chill outtt." I stood up moving out the way as Tez and Ron started fighting.
They was full blown fighting aiming for each other's face each hit with no remorse for the other.
"Come on folks chill." Cam tried breaking the fight up.
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Teen FictionDelete the old version of me in your head please, I'm not her anymore.