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6/7/22 3:48 pm.
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i honked my horn for da 7th f*ckin time.
i heard my ringtone going off making me look down at my phone.
dukes 👸🏽
would like to FaceTime...
𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡 ✓ 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒 ✕
i pressed accept, putting the phone up to see my face.
"wassup-" i spoke before ma dukes cut me off.
"boy honk one more damn time!" she yelled into the phone.
"what're you even doing outside my house boy?" she asked with an attitude.
"i'm pickin' up yo daughta, tell 'ha to come da fu- da freak out front." i corrected myself.
"okay. don't honk no 'mo 'fore i come break that b*tch off the wheel." she mugged me before hanging up.
"mane ma dukes 'bout funny 'eh 'h*ll." tony laughed.
"real sh*t." fat's agreed.
"oh sh*t, aye fats?" i called his name, remembering sum.
"wassup?" he answered.
"you gon' dogsit 'fa noelle?" i questioned him, laughing before he even told me his answer.
"now why da f*ck you ask me? claire n tony can't
watch da ugly b*tch?" he mugged.
"h*ll nah, claire allergic to dem b*tches.." tony trailed off, lying thru his teeth.
"n dante?" fats spoke witout thinkin'
"n*gga you know he facin' dem dv charges right 'ni 'fa puttin' his hands on harmusically." i shrugged.
"damn i forgot, don't know why he still f*ck wit da pregnant wh*re anyway.." fats facepalmed himself.
"pregnant? he pushed her down 6 flights of spiral steps in her apartment buildin' dat baby is dead." tony spoke.
"mission passed, respect +99" fats mumbled makin' alla us buss out laughing.
janae finally stepped out the front door locking it behind her before she came to the car holding a camera up like she was vlogging.
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