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NAIARI
(Ny - ar - ree)
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📍 Express Fitness Gym
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My breath comes out in shallow pants as I move my legs, riding like my life depends on it.
My feet are hurting me. I'm never doing this again.
This is my last time frankly.
You said that the last time.
Right. But this time, I am serious.
We go see.
Indeed we will. Me dead serious this time. I Swear.
Okay, Ny.
Chronic Law's things inside blast through my earpods and I hum along trying to keep up.
Tired is an understatement.
"Me naah walk with the gun and it unload, beg the Lord say fi cover me bad bro."
Literally.
"Listen me back Bush, listen me rock Fort, Dem cyaa fool we everything ago unfold."
Right.
"That a gyal style, anuh so man roll," I sing loudly, with my eyes closed.
Tone it down girlie.
The timer on my Apple watch goes off and I sigh, slowing down my riding until I stop completely.
Getting off the cycle, I reached for my water bottle and unscrewed it, turning it at my head.
"Bombaados!" my Aunt Shyanne exclaims dropping herself onto the ground.
"Wickedness cyaa done," I say to her when I remove the water bottle from my lips.
"Foot them a pain me," she hiss. "When me fi go home go ride my man big hood, me cyaa bother do it."
Jesus peace.
"Shyanne," I nudged her, looking around if anyone heard her.
She is the outspoken one of the two of us.
"A go start leave my mouth at home enuh, cause me can't control it," she shakes her head.
