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𝚂𝚞𝚗, 𝟷𝟶:𝟹𝟶𝙰𝙼
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Nothing is promised to me and you
So why will we let this thing go?
Baby, I promise that I'll stay true
Don't let nobody say it ain't so
And, baby, I promise
That I will never leave
And everything will be alright
I, I promise these things to you
Girl, just believe
I promiseLoud music played as kalia stepped foot inside of their Atlanta home, she looked at true with a confused face. "Just keep walking mama" He chuckled.
Kalia's eyes wandered around the house as she walked inside, the two made it to the living room causing kalia's mouth to drop.
"Trueeee" She frowned
The living room was covered in roses trailing the living room, gifts sat around the couch, a bouquet of roses along with flowers spelling out her name, there sat mini pictures hanging from little strings from the ceiling, black & white balloons was thrown over the home.
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General Fiction; 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐦𝐚 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐨 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭;