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"Taps and roses gize!" I laughed, trolling the people on my live. There were a bunch of random people on it but I had a lot of followers so this wasn't odd at all. "Yow Daniel! Da gyal yah seh yuh fi follow har back." My friend Leo said, reading the comments on the live. I took up the phone and viewed her profile.
Batty fat yff
I follow her back and put the phone back, making a mental note to text her later. As the thought pops into my head, I realized that Geneva hasn't texted or called me since Saturday. I chuckle, reminiscing about how I had her crying on my dick. Bout mi fi stop.
Tek cacky gyal!
Yeah, mi know she neva like it but a she ask fi it. Once mi start up, mi nah stop till mi get my fill.
She can vex all she want.
I focus back on my friends, them just doing stupid shit on the live. Eventually a sort of Q&A session starts up, with people from the comments asking us questions. " Bloodclaat, di people dem a ask wah wi body count dawg." Xavier, another of my friends said, cracking up. I smiled cheekily, knowing this question always boosts my ego. I listen as my friends tell their count, which are rookie numbers compared to mine. My turn rolls around, but I don't answer immediately. " Top gyalis," Leo says, smacking my shoulder, "mek dem know sumn nuh!"
I laugh, putting up my hands in defense, " Alright, but unuh betta nuh shame when mi tell unuh eno!" I look down to read the comments and realize everyone's dying to know.
"30." I pause for a second, remembering about Geneva, " Actually, mek dat 31."
