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"I make her fuck the opps until she give me the go"
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"Why this boy texted me." I scratched my head.
"And said what ?" Yahyah asked.
"Hell i'm doing."
"Say nothing, Why wassup."
I clicked on the message texting him back "Where Jalan go ?" I sat my phone down picking Jr chip up handing it to him "Stinkaaamannn." I cooed kissing his cheeks.
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"Wha—" I made a stank face looking at the number pop up.
"Answer it." Chantelle and Yahyah both said.
"Answer what ?" Jalan walked in my room eating a strawberry shortcake.
"Shh." They both shushed him before I answered the call.
"Damn, Hell you was doing ?" Tone asked.
"I was cleaning my nephew face." I looked beside me at Jr sitting beside me eating some chips.
"Oh. How old yo nephew ?"
"10 months."
"Hm." Jr tried feeding me a chip.
"You eat it." I looked at him.
"Hm." He tried to give it to me.
"Thank you." I grabbed it from him sitting it on the bed.
He took another one out the bag and bit it then tried to give it to me "No, You eat it."
"Where you from ? Youn seem like you from here."
I made a face "What you mean ?"
"The way you look. Youn look like everybody else."
"Ohhh, I'm from Indianapolis."
"Where that at ?" He furrowed his eyebrows.
"Indiana."
"Oh you from the midwest." He looked at something.
