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𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐍 is a haunting, slow burn descent into the kind of love that feels mo...
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⌖ FAMILY HISTORY| O31. ‹ ⚜ › ❝ what the fuck you doing with him iris? ❞
— DECEMBER FIFTEENTH 1:45 P.M. ᐟ
Jasiah shoved his hands into his pockets, his eyes fixed on the sleek McLaren in front of him. "Iris had her eye on this mothafucka' for a while." He said, speaking to Spoon who stood beside him, inspecting the car himself. "She keep bringing it up in conversations, tryna hint the shit like she dry begging or sum'." He chuckled, shaking his head. "Whole time I wish I could tell her shut the fuck up cause Ima get it for her anyway."
They weren't at a typical dealership. It was a private garage, an exclusive haven for iconic cars that would never grace the floor of a public showroom. Just stepping inside required a bank account of wealth. Jasiah had been a loyal client here for years, shopping in exclusivity, personally guided by the owner—a meticulous Frenchman, Lucien Moreau, who treated his collection like fine art. Today was no different, as the owner proudly showcased the McLaren, detailing every curve & feature while Jasiah's eyes scanned the car with quiet approval.
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"Combien pour ça ?" Jasiah asked, talking to him in his native French language since he didn't know how to speak English as well as he could understand it. — [ How much for this? ]
