August: hi babeh
August pov; Afta I left ha crib I drove home I need a showa I hope I don't smell like ha. But my michelle aint gone trip . wen I walked in she was packin some food up where da hell she goin. Betta be to da soup kitchen
Michelle: ( sniff) you smell like her
August: smell like what
Michelle: okay we going to play okay I can play too
August: Play ( sigh) look I jus got home and I jus want a showa
Michelle: You left me at the restaurant yesterday
August; how much was da cab
Michelle: It wasn't a cab who brought me home ( smirk)
August: wat you get an uber or somethin
Michelle: Something like that. But back to you why you smeill like that
August: smell what
Michelle: Like you just fucked someone
August: here we go wit ya bitchin. Look I was workin
Michelle: working or working your dick in something
August: If it aint yo pussy den I don't want it come here
Michelle : no
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Bad For You
RomanceNever allow someone to be your priority while allowing yourself to be their option Sequel to Love Dont Pay No Bills
