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Dejah Miller ¹⁸
"Girl, open the window." I heard Kia say tiredly as she profusely knocked on my window pane.
Hurrying out of bed, I hastily opened the window in surprise.
"Weh yah do yah?" I asked, shocked.
"And why yah breathe so hard like you just run a mile?"
Without answering, she pushed some bags through the window, then took a deep breath before she slid her broad ass through the small frame.
Landed on the concrete floor, she winced on impact before rushing to get up.
"We a go out girl, put on this when you done bathe and mi do your hair and makeup when mi come back." She said hurriedly.
"Wait, weh yah go, weh we a go?"
"When mi come back mi tell you, just put on the something. Mi ago put on mi clothes and come."
As she slid back out through the window, I looked down on the skimpy black dress that she placed on my bed.
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"A who she expects to put this on?" I asked myself.
I am a tall and petite girl, have a little bit of batty and everything, and when I say this dress is skimpy, I mean it's SKIMPY.
"I'm definitely not wearing that."
Walking to my closet, I quickly skimmed through it, looking for a dress that was similar to it but less provocative.
After a minute, I finally found something that could work.
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𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫
Любовные романыDejah has never been an outspoken person. Some see her as an introvert, and some see her as a nerd. Her timid nature makes her look weak, and her viridity makes her soft. Or is this all a facade to hide who she truly is? As the quote says, "Looks ca...
