What happens when you meet the one person you relate with the most?
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I'm not gonna kill off anybody especially not Aug. He might have a few run-ins with Mel but I'm not got kill his ass so he can physically go be with him. It's nice to know my writing got y'all going crazy. Job Well Done Liv.
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My mood right now
Cydney Michaels Day Before The Tour
"Thor, moooove!" I raised my voice for him to move, fanning my hands at him, he thought I was playing.
He kept jumping on my bed, rolling on my clothes that I was trying my best to pack in my suitcase. Oh, let's not forget, every time I put something in my suitcase he pulled it right back out.
I could tell he picked up a unnecessary trait from his daddy, Aug: pettiness.
"Thor, you really getting on my nerves." I sighed, sitting on my bed.
He hopped into my lap rolling around. I couldn't help but to smile and pet him. It was like he knew I was leaving for a little while. "You're worrisome, just like your daddy."
"Lemme pack okay, bud?" I moved him off my lap and stood. He just rolled into my place and layed there, his eyes wide, staring back at me.
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I continued to pack, pacing back and forth. Bathroom, my room, closet, my room, until I was sure I had everything. I zipped up my suitcase and went back into my closet to find something to wear.
A flight was first on the agenda. First stop was Detroit, and from there we'd be rolling on a tour bus. I was excited. Who'd ever thought I'd be flying around the world and on tour busses and shit?
I'd gotten better with planes by now, I just needed a drink or two as soon as I boarded the plane.
Thumbing through my closet, I settled on just a simple pair of leggings, and a white fitted tank. I slid on one of my nineties style windbreakers and fixed stray pieces of my straightened and freshly curled hair.
