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Picture of London

London's POV...
Song: Tamar Braxton- All the way home..


   As I woke up, feeling the bed for Jamie, I discovered it was empty. I sighed and looked at at the clock, 2:03. Wow, but 'he'd be back by 10'. I bet his at some chick's house.  Was I not good enough last night? I mean, I put out my best for him and he 'seemed' to love it, but why ain't he here?
"Wait... Hollup!...who the fuck are you and what have you done with the real me?!", I said aloud to myself. Why am I even tripping? I bet he just sees me as a quick fuck😪. Plus I ain't the type to have feelings for a niqqa. But the way he put it down last night... Damn! He had a bitch thinking he was inlove and shit. But I can't be that crazy to think that he want more than 'just sex', but he got me feeling some type a way no niqqa has ever made me feel. I tried to push the thoughts at the back of my head and headed  to the bathroom to have a long hot shower.

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