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𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦:
"Stop talking to me." I grabbed my covers and pulled them over my head.
"I know you aint mad because I wouldn't let you rape m-"
"Fuck you and yo sour ass dick." I shoved my head into the covers.
Probably taste good asf. I can't believe he didn't let me suck his dick. What type of shit.
"Okay McMad ass. My dick sour." He started Moving shit around the room.
"What is you looking for?" I lifted up.
"Go do yo hair. And nothing mind ya business."
"You in my house."
"So?"
"Do you ever go home?" I mugged the back if his head.
"You want me to go home? Cause i will." He looked over his shoulder at me.
"No." I mumbled before standing up. "Why continue to pay bills at a house you never at. You only go over there twice a day to feed jane."
"You wanna come to my house? Since you stressing it so much."
"Yes." I mumbled before walking into the bathroom. "Not that i like your house or anything." I shrugged.
"Yea aigh."
The bed room door opened then closed again.
"Fuck tart." I mugged my reflection.
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"Bitch how you get this fucking address?" Bam stood at the door with a half eaten popeyes chicken sandwich in one hand and with my dog; benji in his other. "Oh hell nah baby ma drama."
I leaned over the couch and jerked my neck back seeing that girl from the Wendy's.. the gas station? Somewhere. Hell i don forgot.
"Tecc yo baby mama here!" Beno ate a fry before taking a sit from his cup.
This nigga's some instigators
"Im about to watch this shit take place." Morgan kicked her feet up on the table and sipped from her cup.
"Who- what you want?" He asked the girl. "How you get this address."
