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| 𝐄𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐦, 𝐍𝐘 |
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𝟼:𝟺𝟶𝙿𝙼

"Bitch I'm talking, one hand on neck. One hand on frontal typa shit," I spoke on FaceTime with India. She laughed at me.

"Really? I'm tryna see what that is like."

"Shit gonna make me go crazy, I'm telling you,"

"Was your frontal off though?"

"Yea, had to get my hair done this morning," She laughed loudly.

"Did he pay is the question?"

"Oh definitely, and for my nails and feet. And my wax,"

"And your wax!!!! He got money, shit is expensive,"

"As fuck!"

"Have y'all been on a date yet?"

"Damn we haven't, we hang out all the time. I be too caught up in shit,"

"Well, date night is due for all of us,"

"Definitely,"

"Anyways, someone told me he who shall not be named is hosting an event at the club."

"Who's club?"

"Durk's club,"

"Oh."

"You coming out?"

"No actually, I have plans,"

"Okay, well imma update you,"

"Cool, love you bye,"

"Love you more, bye,"

Hangs up...

—

I entered the restaurant in search of A'Lani, I turned to my right to see her sitting with her daughter. She looked up and smiled, then waved me over

I walked up to the booth and sat across from them, "You look great!" I told her. She smiled at me, "It's the pregnancy, got that glow!"