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↞ Giovanni Maurice Wilson ∥ Gleesh ↠ Dallas TX // Thursday, 3:21 PM.
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"I'm sorry." I apologized to Symoria .
"For what?" She frowned.
"You in here because of me."
"Oh." She mumbled looking away. "It's fine."
"No it ain't." I sighed. "It wasn't never supposed to go this far, ima handle it though."
"Don't do nothing stupid." She looked at me.
"I can't make no promises but it won't be nothing that's gone hurt you."
"What about you?"
"Niggas know." I laughed. "Ain't shit gone happen to me and after this ain't shit gone happen to you."
"I just wanna fight her one on one." She sighed.
"You won't be fighting no more." I looked at her. "You all stabbed up and shit, no."
"But I-"
"No means no, I don't even know why she felt like it was her place to touch you. She wanna be with me so bad, the bitch delusional and she need to die."
"So kill her."
"You ain't gotta tell me twice."
"No, I was playing. Don't do that."
"Too late."
"Grab my computer and give it to me please." She pointed.
I grabbed it handing it to her seeing T-y waking up.
"You finally awake." Face looked at him smiling. "Been sleep all day."
