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↞ Giovanni Maurice Wilson ∥ Gleesh ↠ Dallas TX// Wednesday 2:30 PM.
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"Nah, it's good." I told Bouka as I held Kali. "Tell yo daddy drugs ain't good." I whispered.
"Drugs ain't good, they immaculate." Bouka said.
"Niggas learn one big word and can't stop using it." Kaior laughed.
"On god." I agreed.
"Yea and she tried to get loud, I was really finna smack her but I had Kali with me." Myona came in with Symoria and Nazja.
"What in the actual ghetto?" I frowned looking at them.
"Okay it was raining." Nazja said waving me off.
"Y'all look like wet dogs."
"Bitc-Symoria get yo boyfriend."
"That ain't my boyfriend." She muttered walking passed me and I laughed.
She been mad for days now, I didn't have time to see her and stuff so she felt like I was drifting away from her.
The only reason Ian have time was because I was grieving, the drugs wasn't working, I couldn't sleep, it's like I was just stuck and I didn't wanna put my problems into her hands and have her stressed.
I, of course didn't tell her what was going on but she should understand. So I let her get her distance, she being selfish as fuck for thinking I just simply wasn't making time for her.
"I'm not even gone ask." Bouka shook his head.
"If you won't, I will." Kaior sat down . "What happened?"
"She just delusional as hell." I shrugged.
She scoffed, "Imagine."
"How she delusional? The hell happened?"
"Ask her." I shrugged. "I'm finna go, ain't got time for this shit."
