Dont forget about me

Dont forget about me

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my pov Today I was walking with my boyfriend August alsina when I saw some cute shoes I told august that I was going to the bathroom was u really going to the bathroom HELL NAW u went straight to those shoes me: this is the shit right here (looking at the shoes ) August pov august: were is dyamond ass at I'm ready to go dyamond: here I am baby just give me a few minutes (putting the shoes in the counter top August: I thought yo ass needed to use the bathroom Dyamond: I Did then I feel in love with some shoes that I wanted to get for the club tonight August: damn u had a nigga worried bout u Dyamond : nigga how u gonna worry about me and I was close by .August pov me and my girl got dress to go out tonight so as we got done getting fix up and shit I grab my keys and my phone so we could hit the club (45minutes arrived the club) Dyamond pov: I heard music playing and everyone screaming me and August name as Dj knuckle head yelled out our name and being and the building
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