Chapter Two: Play Ya Card Right

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      Adjusting to the fact that my newborn is away with his dad and around another woman is a little edgy for me. I'm calling every 5 minutes to check on him like he can talk to me explain himself to me. I began to straighten up around my apartment washing the few dishes that were in the kitchen, sweeping and mopping my floors I rearranged my furniture a little and lit a water crisp candle.

        The light vibrations of my surround sound rang throughout my apartment, as I jammed "play ya cards right" by Keyshia Cole ft

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The light vibrations of my surround sound rang throughout my apartment, as I jammed "play ya cards right" by Keyshia Cole ft. Tupac Shakur. Thoughts roamed my mind about seeing and talking to Lavon yesterday, I couldn't help the fact that I still wanted him around for his son and me. I could hear my phone ringing, but I couldn't make out the song that was playing.

 I could hear my phone ringing, but I couldn't make out the song that was playing

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-I literally have a ringtone for almost every person on my phone

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-I literally have a ringtone for almost every person on my phone.

Walking over to the counter and looking at who was calling me the phone read " Johno😩❤." Smiling at the phone and answering it

- "Hello?"
"Wasssam love?"
-"Hae Johno"
" what you getting into shawty?"
- "nun right Nah jus a Lil cleaning and rearranging."
" wats wrong Pooh?
- " Nothing, why'd you ask?"
" Sani don't forget I know you ma you tend to do a Lil cleaning when you're overthinking or feeling the pressure, so talk to me."

Y'all this man knew me like the back of his hand and I liked it I felt safe talking to him and being around him. Asking myself sometimes "why couldn't I just be with you?" It just felt good to be seen, loved, accepted, and cherished.

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