trusting osama

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Armoni Judah Sinclair4 weeks laternov 21

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Armoni Judah Sinclair
4 weeks later
nov 21

After having a huge headache for 2 hours straight I sat on floor and called osama.

"hello"

"yes ma'am" he answered

"ahmad where you at" I say feeling weak

"shi onna block wassup baby"

"Ion feel good bae like I'm sick asf" I tell him

"yeah? sick like what" he asked sounding like he was getting in his car

"sick like throwing up like i'm weak asf been sitting on the bathroom floor since you left this morning"

"damn you drunk some water" he asked sounding dumb as hell

"mmcht osama you tryna piss me off ?" I said
making him laugh

"mannn yo lil ass just probably finna have my baby dats all" he said too calm for my liking

"Ahmad Osama Duce do not and I mean do not wish no evil wicked shit like that on my young hot ass" I say sitting up making him laugh again

" I'm just telling you what I'm thinking but ima bring you some shi"
"ight" I say hanging up

Ahmad 😒

come open the door

it's unlocked.

nah I said come open it.


"Ughhhh oh my freaking God" I groan wrapping up in my blanket walking to the opening the door ,letting him in

"wassup crybaby" he said locking the door turning around pulling me into his chest 

"nun whatchu bring me to eat" I wiggled out his arms grabbing the bag

"you know that nasty ass canes you be eating girl"

"ouuuuu come sit wimme" i say

"I know baby" he said pulling out a chair sitting back watching me eat

"osama"

"hmm" he hummed not looking up from his phone

"why the hell you drink all the pop" I say shaking the cup in his face

"damn my bad baby youn even drink pop like that anyway"

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