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I heard you when you told me you already got a man. That nigga probably love you but can't fuck you like I can. You need a man in your pussy, not a pussy as your man.
Serafina Giselle Adams.
Text Message
— Tina. Greetings, a girl just came in the store swearing and looking for you. She kept saying she was gonna kill you and things of the sort so I threatened to call the cops to scare her away. Call me when you get a chance.
iMessage
— Nini💕💕 You finished the blunt?
—yeah, you're out of papers. sean said get him a swisher while you out too.
— Nini💕💕 y'all ain't nothing but a bunch of trashy potheads
I shut my phone off, not even bothering to mess up my mood and text my manager, Tina back about the situation; the negativity from dealing with that was probably waiting to piss me off.
Scammed her baby daddy out of 5k, my get back is settled.
"Shit finna buss, I'm telling you." Hez, one of my brother's many friends, exclaimed before nudging me as Sean peeled back the aluminum foil covering one of the three big pans of catered food.
"Mhm." I hummed lowly, watching in awe too.
"Sera, get yo' big ass out the kitchen." Sean glanced back at me with a frown while starting to uncover the other two square pans. "Hez, you too nigga."
