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#✰ 𝐓𝟏𝐌𝐄 .ᐟ ❞
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          𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘦

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𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘦 .ᐟ - 𝟢𝟧.𝟤𝟢.𝟤𝟥 - ✿
                   ✿ 𝗐𝖾𝗌𝗍-𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖾𝗆, 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭 @𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐞


#✿  "𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈'𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐍❞ culture shrugged while looking at danae, who shook her head in disagreement, "is it really that bad?" the girl laughed, culture instantly nodded.

   "yes, hes a whore if he hangs with dotty" culture admitted, she knew her brother and everybody who hung with him was bound to be a hoe, 𝑫𝑶𝑻𝑻𝒀 & 𝑱𝑨𝒀 gave her a side eye, as they were all walking to the station.

  𝑺𝑶𝑳𝑬𝑺𝑻 , & 𝑫𝑫𝑶𝑻 had been chatting it up about some random shit they were planning - that probably won't even happen, while 𝐃𝐃 and 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐈 were huddled up fighting over some nonsense that occurred at home, "bro notti it was your fault, gangsta" dd said with a laugh.

   "plus, I think it's best if you talk to a regular boy not no hood nigga, heard?" culture sighed - see knew the results of fucking with someone like dd .. it was a hassle but love is love .

"who said he not regular?" danae asked.

culture shook her head and looked at danae, "no one it's just he ain't average either" she shrugged. "valid, statement okay" danae nodded, seeing her agreeable argument that she was getting across.

  she smiled a bit before sighing, "but besides that all that ya cute" she rolled her eyes, "giving that cute lil couple in the books"

  "girl, we aren't together" danae admitted, "but you right he my man my man my man" she laughed obnoxiously.

  "you dayroom as fuck, you aren't supposed to be the delusional one twin" culture playfully groaned.

  stoping at the corner she looked over at sanaa local deli from the underground station, she looked back at the group that was lingering close behind, "ima go to the deli anyone want anything?" she announced.

  "'ima come with you, i want a chopped cheese" notti speaks up as he slid his phone into his jean pockets care-fully, culture nodded as she turned and stepped of into the street. she could feel his presence as he walked right beside her into the street.

  she kept her attention glued to the street, trying not to run into any cars — they made it across walking to the bodega, she felt her phone slip from her back pocket as she seen notti hold it up, "erm, give me phone"

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