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ᥫ᭡ KIYOMI TRUE
ST. LOUIS, MISSOURI
FEB SEVENTEENTH 2024
"Meet me at the Southside, get you got bey midnight—"
Kiyomi mumbled the lyrics to the song, making sure she rubbed the marinate all over the chicken breast so ensure every bit had flavor. Paprika, salt, pepper, little bit of lemon pepper seasoning, pretty much whatever she thought would be good, she put it on the chicken. It was super fairly early, the girl deciding to just prepare what she had while waiting for A'shaun and Niko to come by and help her finish.
In the mist of her washing her hands, she heard her phone ringing which surprisingly was all the way in her room. Quickly, she fanned her hands and wrapped the container of meat in some aluminum before placing it in the fridge and racing so she didn't miss the phone call. "Hello,"
"I'm at the sto'," it was A'shaun. "I don't see no greens in this motherfucker' but I pretty much got everything," he let her know.
