" holdup. Get right witcha. I'm a get right witcha. "
It was 9:46 a.m and motherfuckers know I Don't wake up this early . I looked at my phone and seen it was Master Bruce and jumped
up .
" wassup dawg. " I said with a voice that indicted I just woke up.
" boy, I know ya fat lip ass ain't sleep. " Bruce chuckled.
"Na dawg" I lied.
" well how's shit going with Janae?"
"I got her address and helped her move. I got my eyes on this bitch like a hawk "
"Good shit bro" Bruce started giggling. Oh .. and I'm the only one that can call her a bitch. Now call up that bitch and set a date. Find out her future plans and shit . Her number 281-330-8004"
Once he hung up, I called Janae but she seemed upset when she answered.
" who the fuck is this " she said in a plain voice .
" it's me , Dre . " I said quickly.
" my bad , I'm not in the mood right now. Let me hit you back."
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Survival By Any Means
General FictionJanae doesn't know which way to turn anymore . Her family is falling apart and She's use to getting what she wants , but lately things haven't been going right . Her life is slowly spilling out her body, but you can bet all your money Janae will co...
