TIMES A' WASTIN' ERYKAH BADU Learn from your past, oh
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LANEYAÀ MONROE KYLE. (LA-NEE-YAH)
CHICAGO, IL.
IGNORE ALL SPELLING ERRORS. VOTE AND COMMENT , I REBUKE ALL SILENT READERS!!
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TURNING OVER to puke (once a-fucking-gain), neyaà released a gruesome groan.
"Who the fuck let me get fully drunk anyways?" She cried out, von stood over her from behind holding her hair. While durk was making something for them to eat. Since she had woke up in the afternoon he decided to just make everyone a sandwhich and chips.
Now with the three males living together— they hated turkey. So they only had ham lunch meat. He made it look all fancy by lightly grilling the ham, spreading mayo and other condiments that each wanted on the toasted bread. Cutting fresh lettuce up, along with whole pickles since neyaà liked pickles, tomatoes and onions. Now it wasnt something light but knowing her?
Oh she can eat. Which was something they liked about her. Cause they all loved to eat. Plus durk could cook but not forreal.
"Ain nobody tell you ta go get four bottles of dussè, with out'ah chaser." Von replied, his cheeks now rising as she mugged the toilet.
"Mhm, whateva. I think im done."
"You sure?" Horace peeked in, mumbling a response before von could. He had just finished up putting new sheets on the bed, and wiping down floors. She didnt make it to the bathroom in time because someone wanted to play and lock the door.
"Yea if not the door gon be unlocked, correct dayvon?"
