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You YSL like buy me some I'm YSL like a snake bite I swear to God, you think I'm Shakespeare That's why you always wanna play, right? This ain't something I can make right
KATYA ROSALYN TOKEN (kuh•tee•yuh)
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"So... what can you do?" Lesley handed the blunt back to Summer, raising her eyebrows when I shrugged. "I mean like, you need a lawyer?"
"I'm not taking them to court about that shit. Only way I would win is if I was fucking the judge." I mumbled lowly, fiddling with my heels as the three of us sat in my car— smoking while we were on break from the new club. "They got too much to use as me being irresponsible. And you know they called me, asking if I could bring her clothes and toys?"
"Did you bring it?" Summer spoke up from the backseat, cutting into her FaceTime call with her baby daddy.
"No, fuck them. They better start from scratch like I had to."
"I know that's right" Lesley co-signed, nodding. "We should go whoop yo' cousin ass, but I'ma let you stay away from the law for the sake of Kamille."
"You talked to Von?"
"He mad, I'm mad. Plus I dissed his dead homies. Normally he'd text me about some stupid shit like, 'Oh, you left this here' but he ain't said a thing. But whatever, I don't give a fuck."
"Damn"
Grabbing the blunt from Summer, I turned back straight in my seat. "Feel like stupid shit just keep happening."
"Well, I been doing the Burnt Toast theory and the shit been working."
I kissed my teeth at Summer's random declaration, fixing the vents on my side of the car as heat blew on all three of our half-naked bodies. "Bitch if I had a piece of burnt toast on top of all this shit, I'd really lose my mind."
