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𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐲𝐧𝐧 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫"𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐋𝐲𝐧𝐧."
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𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐝𝐚
𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 15𝐭𝐡,2019.

"I'm not going inside Dakari."

"Just c'mon, bae, she's gonna like you."

"On my dead daddy, if she doesn't like me, imma fuck you up."

"C'mon ma, I'm hungry."

I got out of the car and slowly followed behind tru and Dakari.

We were finally at the door, and my throat went on Sahara Desert.

"Stop being nervous."

He dug in his pockets and the door key out.

He unlocked the door and walked in with tru by his side, and left me at the door looking like summer walker.

"Syncere"

"Okay, okay, I'm coming."

Taking a deep breath, I stepped inside the house, and a wave of oxtail hit me in the face.

"Ouuu, this smells good."

"NANAAAAA" Dakari yelled.

He's so fucking loud.

"GRANDMAAAAAA" he yelled, walking into the kitchen while I slowly looked around.

In the corner of my, I saw a middle-aged woman with a bat in her hands running towards Dakari.

She whacked him with the bat making him grab his blicky, and pointed it at her.

As I stood there in shock, the both of them busted out laughing.

The fuck?

"Dakari, how many times I done told you to stop yelling in my house."

"But you weren't answering."

"Who these people you got up in my place?"

"This is my girl Jaelynn and my son Tru."

She walked over to me and pulled me into a long-ass hug.

She pulled away and stared at me in awee before she spoke.

"Do you beat his ass?"

Yeah.

"Yeah, I do."

"As you should."