Mira:baby
tarelle:wat
mira: my head hurt
tarelle:and
Mira:Oh my God... I'm out
(start packin up her overnight bag and headin 4 the door intil tarelle stopped her)
tarelle:were u goin
Mira:out
tarelle:out were
Mira: nigga thats none. of your business if u gotta a prolem wit it hit me up later bitch ass nigga I'm out
tarelle:damn baby
Mira:leave me alone... and don't call my phone nigga I'll see u next week bitch think about yo actions... dumbass bitch ass hoe
tarelle: really. way I do
mira: don't act like u care now u da one who had a smart ass attitude when my head hurt and I Cain do dis matter fack ill be back next MONTH bitch
(mira:with car should I drive 4 a whole month... ill take the range rover )
