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T O M B O Y [tom-boi]-Is a girl who exhibits characteristics or behaviors considered typical of a boy, including wearing masculine clothing and engaging in games and activities that are physical in nature and are considered in many cultur...
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I sat in the airport waiting on my ride, I just touched down in New York. I've been living in California trying to get my life on track just to have this chance again. My profession is as a personal trainer for a local gym, I also live in 3 bedroom house, and own 2 cars, which done pretty well for me after high school. I'm here to get back what I've missed out on, I fucked up the best thing that's happened to me years ago, making it right had been my only mission. I refuse to give up.
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Dahlia.
Ever since that night on my birthday, Jabari and I have been irresistible. We continued to be friends, we talked about it and concluded that it was just us being in the moment also be drinking a good amount of liquor, making it clear that we didn't see each other in that light.
I just finished getting ready, I had my hair in its natural form wrapped on top of my head in a bun. Jabari said he was taking me somewhere it's a surprise his words, speaking of him he's late as hell. I shook my head.
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I slipped on my white crocs then walked into the kitchen sitting my small Louis Vuitton purse down on the counter. It was going on at 10:45 pm. How you gone be late for your own plans, that you made? Like nigga please, rolling my eyes, I slammed the refrigerator door close after finding nothing that I wanted at the moment. I moved to the living room plopping down on my couch, pouting. I kicked my crocs off as I grew more and more agitated, pulling out my phone calling him again for the 30th time tonight, I got no answer again.
Dickhead.
I threw my phone on the couch next to me, putting my head in my hands sighing.
The doorbell rang, I rolled my eyes hard. "The nerve of this nigga, told me to be ready at 7 it's fucking 10," I mumbled to myself angrily walking to the door.
Opening the door I was ready to curse him out with everything in me, but taken aback at the silhouette of a girl.
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