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°Tyrone's P.O.V.° 11:48 A.M.
Yo, mi ano bait eno. Fi get gyal ano noth'n new to me. So mi cyaa understand why mi deh yasso feeling so fucking stunned because the 'B' gimme a chups.
Chups eno, Dawg!
A fucking chups.
Jah jah.
But, yuh know what's worse? Mi nuh feel nuh way 'bout it. Which is concerning. Especially the fact say one 'likkle pickney' kiss mek mi fucking hood a twitch inna mi jeans, bruv.
Yo! Awah this?
This nuh feel safe, daddy...
Cyaa safe, mi fada.
And the fact say she play innocent wid it too eno. Yuh wouldn't even expect that fi gwaan, inna the first place, yuzeet.
See how she gwaan like she cyaa mash ants.
...den again, why mi surprise when she did done tell mi a thing dung a country?
Mhmm.
One thing mi know though, yuh see woman like dem deh? Know wah them spell? Trouble.
Yuh fuck.
Nah hide and talk still, when mi start put chat pon har, earlier, based pon how she did a react to it, mi never predict the morning would go like this a rass. And what a turn of events it was.
The plan was to woo her likkle bit, get her number, maybe link her a few times, after, 'til mi get wah mi want and cut. Yuzeet.
But she blindside mi wid dah kiss deh, bredda. That never supposed to happen. Yet. She fuck up mi plan...
Stumped the fuck outta mi too.
And the worse part is that mi not even get the number fi gwaan wul on pon, fi all a the effort weh mi put een.
Fuckry.
Her words, when I'd asked, come back to me: 'Yuh affi work for it first.'
