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"Jay No!"

"Stop."

"Mommy."

All these words run through my head at 5:00 am. I'm tired and my eyes feel like weights. I turn over to an empty side of the bed. Jay. "Jay, you in here?" I grab the edge of the sheets and a tear falls from my eye. Met Gala. I dial Solange's number and she picks up, laughing. "Jay your so funny!" Jay?

"Solange, hello? what are you doing?"

"Shopping with Jay."

"Y'all cool now?"

"Yeah you know my head gets hot sometimes"

"Ok bye."

I hang up and take a breath because this is...weird. I open my Instagram and see people making posts about the night already.

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