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"Were about to get on the go karts in a few minutes, but he's really nice and he smells really good like reallyyy good. How does one do that?" Harlem whispered to her phone. She was in the restroom calling Yas
"Lol, he wears cologne all the time. Are you guys having fun?" Tinka nodded her head. "Yes I am. Taj is so sweet and he even learned some sign language. How nice?"
"Yay! I love this. #Yasthelovedoctor." She cheesed. "Whatever. Nobody is in love." Harlem rolled her eyes
"Alright na, I want front row seats to the wedding."
"You're crazy. Im gonna call you guys when he takes me home, byee!" They hung up and Tinka washed her hands before going back out
"Play basketball with me right quick." Taj walked behind her closely
all up in my personal space
They went up to the basketball game and swiped the card before they both pressed start and multi-player. "I don't know how to play Taj."
"Jit just aim for the hoop." He chuckled. "Okay, but how?"
3....2...1....START the game said. "Oh goodness gracious. I don't know what I'm doing."
"Just tryyyy!" Taj complained. Harlem kept throwing the ball to the hoop, but it always went too far or not far enough
Tajour on the other hand hadn't missed a shot. "How are you doing this? This is conspicuously challenging." She stood there with her arms crossed
GAME OVER the game stopped and told them each how many tickets they had. "See, you're cheating. "Tinka pointed to the machine that read 21 tickets
"Easy mama. I used to wanna basketball." He wrapped his arm around her neck making her quickly remove it. Not because she didn't like him, but she just didn't enjoy physical contact
Harlem had always been a independent child. After learning that she was deaf she began to maneuver on her own
Maybe she don't like me Taj thought to himself
"Why used to?" Harlem questioned as they got in line for the race. "I had to make money and i started to get too busy for basketball."
Tajour was telling the truth. He loved basketball, but soon had to grow accustomed to the fast life at a young age. He was his family's provider after his daddy up and left
