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I looked at the clock's dashboard. 3:59. I threw the sheets off of my body and raced to the front door. I looked at my iPhone's screen. 4:00. Then, in he comes, staggering and swaying in all directions. I got a whiff off him. He smelled like Victoria's Secret perfume. See, this is how I know he's been cheating. It's so damn obvious with him. It's like, he doesn't even care about me.
"Where the fuck you been, Prince," I yelled, snatching him up by his shirt.
He smacked my hand hard. "Yo, if you don't get'cho gahdamn.... Hands off of me. Is you crazy, woman?!"
"Nigga, who the fuck you think you talkin' to like that?! You the one walking in this muthafucka at 4 o'clock in the fuckin' morning. You need to figure out where the fuck you sleepin' tonight, cause you ain't sleepin' wit' me," I said. "Tuh, you thought."
