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𝟷𝟽𝟸 𝙼𝙰𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙾𝙽 𝙰𝚅𝙴, 𝙽𝙴𝚆 𝚈𝙾𝚁𝙺, 𝙽𝚈📍𝟷𝟶:𝟶𝟿 𝙿𝙼
I'm a fucked up person and I feel like I'm not good enough for her...I feel like ima just fuck up her life even more than it already is and I don't wanna do that shit at all.But at the same time it's like, fuck it. That's my baby and ima make sure I do the right thing to keep her close to me and make her happy.
I left Manii upstairs about half an hour ago and I miss having her in my arms already, that shit is crazy...
" Cheer up muthafucka'." Ty passed me a blunt and I instantly hit that shit.
" He over there thinking about his Manii Mamiiii." Tarek teased me from the bar and I couldn't help but smile.
Dess asked me how many nicknames I had for Manii and my answer was that I had a whole lot but Manii Mamii was her favorite other than Mama but she honestly loves any nickname I give her.
" I'm always thinking about her." Ain't no point in denying it.
" AS YOU MUTHAFUCKIN' SHOULDD!." Dess clapped her hands with a big smile on her face but her face turned into a mug quickly.
" Shut yo' dumb ass up." Kyle pushed her off the couch making us burst out laughing. I- well; WE noticed He doesn't talk much but I can tell he's a chill ass person, all he's been doing is messing with Dess and smoking.
Dess looked at him in shock before she took a deep breath and chuckled while nodding to herself.
" Lemme go get Manii." She hopped up and Kyle got up right behind her but before they could run out of the smoke room, Manii walked in with a frown on her face.
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