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𝖭𝖾𝗐 𝖸𝗈𝗋𝗄, 𝖭𝖾𝗐 𝖸𝗈𝗋𝗄📍
𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗌 𝖩𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅 𝖲𝗆𝗂𝗍𝗁
𝖩𝗎𝗅𝗒 4𝗍𝗁 ➭ 6:45𝗉𝗆

" i need a blunt stuff that bitch with runtz boy i'm on a hunt " i heard Jamir yell down the hallway.

" ain't ate no breakfast but ima box a nigga like some capn' crunch " another voice yelled finishing the song lyric.

i recognized the voice but couldn't but my finger on who it was.

" aye aye who in this bitch " Mir yelled again.

" curse again and watch how i whoop yo fucking ass " momma threatened him.

i chuckled to myself.

" Milly come out here " my mom called for me by my nickname.

i huffed getting off the bed walking towards her.

" yes mom " i said not paying attention to Mir and whoever that was.

" you gon get the fireworks for later or not " i shrugged my shoulders.

" i'll get them for you momma p " i heard the voice and turned around to be met with Avery.

what the fock

" you know what on that thought i'll go get them "

" no i insist let me get them " he argued with me.

" no that's not your mom so i'll go get them "

" she's like my mom so i wouldn't just mind "

" can y'all shut up and just fuck already " Mir said out loud shaking his head.

as he was bout to walk away momma threw a pan at his head , it didn't hit him all the way though,

" man this child abuse i'm calling CPS " he huffed walking outside.

" you can call this ass " she said before she shut the dorm earning a chuckle from Avery and a laugh from me.

" how about y'all go together " she said and i looked at Avery then he looked at me and smiled.

the things i would do to you

" alright i'm cool with that just follow behind my car "

" yes sir" he saluted me off only gaining a punch to his shoulder.

" let's go " i walked to outside.

as soon as i steeped outside i couldn't find my car in sight.

" fucking Jamir bro omg i hate it here " i rolled my eyes about to walk back inside but Avery grabbed my arm.

" ma we still got my car " he chuckled.

" fine " i rolled my eyes.

" open the door " i stood at the backseat.

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