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♥𝗦𝗔𝗠𝗨𝗥𝗔𝗜 𝗥𝗔𝗬♥

♥𝗦𝗔𝗠𝗨𝗥𝗔𝗜 𝗥𝗔𝗬♥

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 𝗔𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗟 𝟭𝟮𝗧𝗛, 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰𝗪𝗣𝗕

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𝗔𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗟 𝟭𝟮𝗧𝗛, 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰
𝗪𝗣𝗕.𝗙𝗟📍🌴
𝟳:𝟰𝟲𝗣𝗠

Samurai was playing 2K on his PlayStation 5 while also watching his nieces who were 4 years old.

"Sa'Nye, keep yo hands to yo self! And Sa'Ree, stop being a snitch!" Samurai yelled from the living room, while they were playing in their playroom.

Samir went out to go get Papa John's for dinner before getting ready to take them home.

"Rai, Nye keep hit meh," Sa'Ree pouted with her small squeaky voice.

"Ay, y'all boys hol' up. My bad-ass nieces trimm," he huffed in his headset microphone.

After taking the headset off, he walked into their Princess and the Frog-themed room. "Nye, go in tha corna. I ain' finna keep tellin' yo ahh to keep yo hands to yo self. Ree, yu gotta stop being so soft-

hit ha ass back."

Sa'Nye started sobbing while walking her cute whittle legs towards the corner of their room.

"Now yu wanna cry. Ree, clean this crap up. Y'all bad ahh goin' back home," Samurai demanded, pointing at the scattered toys on their ABC-printed carpet.

As he began walking back towards the living, he heard his phone dinging. Looking at the phone, he see Yani sending her now 28th text message:

👮🚔🖕🏽
whyyy youuu being weird to meee ☹️☹️☹️

Samurai shook his head, leaving the message on read.

This bit prolly tryna set me up. She can't be this crazy.

Hell nah, I'm trim. That's that pipe I had put on ha thick ahh.

Samir walked into the condo, snapping Samurai out of his thoughts.

"Why Nye cryin'?" Samir questioned.

"Bad ahh kept hittin' Ree, so she in timeout."

Samir grabbed two princess-themed plates out of the cabinet. "Ay, Nye an' Ree, wash y'all hands and come eat," he shouted while placing a slice of cheese pizza onto their plates.

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