Sb told me Havalli fit the description of Promys more? Im kinda fw it.
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20 somethings
Chicago, Illinois
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Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image. "Bro, I don't even want it no more." I pushed my wing-stop to the side watching Sanai grab a wing.
"It's one wing shutup." She stated.
"Ion care if it was a fry, you touching it just made me not want it. And I was hungry. Bitch I hate you." I stared at the food feeling my eyes water.
"Okay and the feeling is mutual, crybaby ass."
"Okay I don't care leave me alone." I went upstairs to my room, she can have the food.
"Elyse!" I rolled my eyes at the sound of my mamas voice
"Mama please, hang up on you.." I semi shouted back.
"Why you not inna mood daughter?" She teased, I got up and closed my door.
Not everybody wanna joke all day, it's only okay when I do it.
My phone lit up, I knew it wasn't nobody but Kanai cause he made me put him in my favorites yesterday. My mama not even in there, how that work?
I double tapped my screen, automatically unlocking my phone with face id and clicked his thread.
K
Elyse
what ho
can you get me food?After U jus answered like dat?
Fuck no.im sorry friend please
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I swiped out of my messages, and opened instagram.
"That's some bad lil shitt." I liked random post as I scrolled.
I looked around my room squinting, and grabbing my glasses off my nightstand.

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