How You Feel
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Last published Mon, Jun 10, 2024
"..My girl, you no see say you car just lick we?.
"Sir, it look like a me did a drive the car" I respond, holding eye contact with him.
"If a never one thing, me hold you neck and squeeze out the attitude out of you.
"You can repeat, wah you just say again because me no think a me you a talk to." She says
"Girl, you must sick in a your head, but wait You know what? This nuh worth it" he started walking away from the car.
"Thank god, me would a start faint if him did come close to me " I mumble to myself
Watch wen me buck her by herself, she sorry the day, her mada birth her. Armanii said
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