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"And now we're gonna add our butter." I smiled, as Chris watched me cook some shrimp. "You something else, girl." He chuckled.
"I know- wait a second." I said, ending our facetime and answering Caresha. "Bitch." I squealed. "Bitch!" Caresha smiled,
"His dick really big?" She raised her eyebrow. "Girl I don't know, hopefully when I go see him I get a peek." I smiled and Santana busted out laughing.
"Girl, that man fine as hell. Please don't fuck this up, I'll gladly take ya spot." He laughed and shook his head.
"I'm finna go call him back, bye bitches." I giggled and went back to my FaceTime with Chris. "Who that talking bout she gon take yo spot?" He chuckled, and I raised my eyebrows.
"That's a whole man, I'm not sure if you into that but-" "Oh nah, never mind." He shook his head. I giggled and went to sit down with my food.
"You already paid for your ticket?" He asked. I nodded and bit into another shrimp. "I did, but I couldn't get one for Friday so I got my earliest one on Saturday. When do you have the concert?" I asked.
"It's 8 on Saturday. Ion know if you gon feel like going-" "Boy, this my first Chris Breezy concert, I'm not missing that." I rolled my eyes and laughed.
"Girl, anyway." He laughed, followed by a yawn. "I'm gonna let you go to bed. You need energy for yo rehearsal tomorrow." I said, sitting my plate in the sink and walking upstairs to my bathroom.
"Whatever you say, mom." He rolled his eyes and took a pull of his blunt. I laughed and admired him in the camera.
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"Goodnight, Chris." I smiled. "Goodnight, Tavia." He smirked, and hung up.
