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"That hoe stay running her mouth, talking shit, when her edges been deported back to the motherland. I can't stand that dusty bitch." One of the girls in the salon said, while getting her nails done.
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I had a hair appointment this morning, getting a simple silk press, and of course there was some gossip thrown in the mix.
"Now Micah, you know why she stay talking shit. You was fucking on her husband. I don't care what nobody say, let a bitch try to fuck with mine, we gonna have beef forever." Tika, my stylist said, running a comb through my hair.
"First of all, they've been separated for years, and she don't wanna sign them papers. She can't get mad, when she been hoping on random dick too. She just wanna keep that man to herself, but too bad cause I got that dick on lock and key."
I could only shake my head.
Micah was something else, and had absolutely no filter, when she came in the salon, talking about the shit that goes on in her life.
They all laughing, but if I was any of the other women in here, I wouldn't trust her ass around my man.
"Your hair grew so quick after that chop. You can tell it's healthier too." Tika said, pulling my hair behind my back.
She had my chair turned sideways so I could see in the mirror, and it reached a little past my shoulder blades.
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