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December 2nd

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December 2nd

"Bitch why you trying to smoke knowing you don't do well with weed?" Razz asked me.

"Bitch he trying to trap me! He never mentioned a baby."

"Pause huh?"

"Yes! Now Esteban want a baby to seal the deal."

"Do it, then we go."

"I don't want his damn kid." I spoke inhaling a little too much.

"Here we go..."

"Don't roll your eyes."

"I feel like you need to do as many photoshoots as possible. Steal some of that nigga money. We go to our dream destination, and you do makeup or some shit. Lay low for some years then come back."

"What he don't stop searching for us or he tries to kill you?" I said crying after realizing Razz putting his life in danger for me.

"Here go this high crybaby bullshit."

"You risking your life for me. Like Razz... Why?"

"We 4Liferrsssssss."

"4Lifersssss!" I mumbled taking a sip of Henny.

"Your innocent ass don't NEVER drink nor smoke. Now look at you. Unable to hold your fat ass head up."

"Got to prepare for this honeymoon. We should sneak and get plan b's."

"Let's go!" He said running to the car as I chased him.

"Bitch we didn't cut the cake."

"Fuck it!" He yelled driving fast with a backwood in his mouth.

"Walmart or Walgreens? Ooooo Target!"

"Definitely Target!"

"Yessssss!"

He sped to Target and threw me in a basket. He literally ran around pushing me as I pulled shit into the basket.

"Grab snacks too. Nobody want that weak ass food your husband provided."

"No seriously. McDonald's next fa shooooo."

"Or what about .... Shit I don't know. McDonald's it is." He said causing us to laugh.

"Yes we can share a 20 piece and double cheeseburger."

"Best let's fucking go now. Let's go to Cuba!"

"Bitch what's in Cuba?"

"Hell if I know. I'm high as shit."

"Let's plan for it. Then never come back."

"Bet." He ran off quick as hell.

"RAZZ WHAT ABOUT ME! YOU LEFT ME!" I screamed.

He ran back and pushed me to grab a pen and notebook. We went to check out, snacks, plan b's, plan c's, and bullshit we didn't need.

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