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HOODLIFE CRISIS. | OMINOUS POV DATE | TIME :SATURDAY, AUGUST 13th 2022 | 10:02 PM. LOCATION : ANJELIA'S CRIB, SUGAR HILL.
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ANJELIA SAT ON her bed criss cross apple sauce, a cream colored 'backwoods' brand rolling tray sat in front of her. on it sat a matching lighter, a pack of banana backwoods that she hadn't stripped yet, a ziplock baggy of weed, and a mango guava crave bar.
her apple tv played jhené aiko on spotify quietly and her leds were set to purple, and she sighed happily. she was ready to sit, rollup, smoke, and sleep. her night plans make a small smile form on her face, but just as she moved to pick up the yellow packet of woods her phone started ringing loudly. the smile on her face dropping instantly, and she snatches her phone from the bed, and aggressively taps the green button. "what?" her tone is annoyed and tired and it makes noti bust out laughing.
he knew, of course he knew. in fact he could picture her in her exact position, getting ready to relax. "is that jiiiiinnxx gzzzzzzz!" he says loudly, his annoying smile could be heard through the phone. this nigga is dying tonight.
anjelia sucks her teeth loudly, groaning, already knowing he's about to start with his fuckery. "no. absolutely not. noti, i'm tire-" and the boy cuts her off, "jinx bro, ima send you a invite to my discord server and ima put you in the video chat with us." jinx makes a sound of disagreement.
