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March 17th • 3 weeks later

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March 17th • 3 weeks later

Walking to my last session for the night. I was irritated as hell, just been feeling gloomy all day, hell for weeks actually.

People been pissing me off lately especially these petty ass bitches in this club. Chardonnay being one, the bitch swear I took August from her been hanging with Pucci every since.

Like bitch make it make fucking sense how did I take a nigga from you? Me and the nigga don't even talk anymore have at him. Nai told me what he said about calling me but he haven't so honestly fuck it.

Walking into the room immediately went to the tablet ordering drinks

"Hey Keenon, you drinking today?" He been coming in the times August used to.

"What's good baby girl and you know it send up a bottle you pick"

Rolling her eyes for no reason at all she just did, that's just how she felt. She looked over at him in his all red fit. This man stay with a bandanna she thought.

"Thanks baby," walking over to him she sat on his lap "how you been love?" She asked

"Thanks baby," walking over to him she sat on his lap "how you been love?" She asked

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⁽ᵀʰᶦˢ ᵉᵈᶦᵗ ʰᵃᵈ ᵐᵉ ᶜʰᵘᶜᵏˡᶦⁿᵍ ᴵ ʰᵃᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵃᵈᵈ ᶦᵗ ˢᵒʳʳʸ ʸ'ᵃˡˡ⁾

"A nigga been great feel untouchable now that I'm with you, he grabbed at her waist" ugh I'm so over this shit

"Mmhmm sound like you ready to buy that Birkin for me" I joked

Clearing his throat "you know what today I will, a nigga feel like a million bucks, you gone shake that ass for me" at the point the bottle came up I was sipping on my cup and he was chugging the bottle

"Why you in such a good mood" I asked not really caring

"Death" he said and if he wasn't blindfolded he would see how stupid I was looking at him

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