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📍𝑾𝒊𝒄𝒌'𝒔 𝑪𝒓𝒊𝒃.
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12/17/21 11:07 am.
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"thank you babyy." i smiled, opening up yet another gift from nardo.

he just smiled as he spoke, "ain't shit." he shrugged.

i just mugged him, he always says that but i was opening my 17th gift this morning, and i was barely half way done.

my phone started ringing making me look down at it.

fats 🤞🏽
would like to FaceTime...

𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡 ✓                                   𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒 ✕

i pressed accept, picking up my phone.

"happy cashday lil sis!" he smiled at me thru the phone as he ate something.

"she ain 'yo sis bitch." nardo mugged the phone.

"nobody was talking to 'yo black ass." fats mugged him back.

"you darker den me." nardo looked at him like he was dumb, and fats just flipped him off.

"fat jaw ass bitch." nardo mumbled, walking off.

"dem nosy ass reader's needa say happy birthday too, since they wan' know all about 'yo life n shit." he told me.

i laughed as he kept talking, "happy cash day again tho sis. imma fuck witchu later." fats told me and i thanked him again before hanging up.

i got up and went to the room. i looked to see nardo on the bed, putting on the shoes i bought him last week or so: for our anniversary.

"thanks again for these mama, these bitches bout tough 'eh hell." he told me.

"ain't shit." i mocked him and he started laughing.

"i'm boutta go pick up my dress now." i told him, looking at the time.

i didn't have much planned today, just a small dinner with nardo.

"aight." he laughed.

"happy ass." i mumbled and he looked up at me.

"aye grab dat bag inna corner n take a band witchu'." he told me.

"for what?" i looked at him like he was dumb.