Ch 9 "U Feelin What I'm Feelin?"

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Downtown Tampa, FL | February 4, 2020

One afternoon, my friends and I met up at my souvenir wax hand shop called Majestic Hands

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One afternoon, my friends and I met up at my souvenir wax hand shop called Majestic Hands. We were on the verge of making signs to set around downtown to advertise the business.

MAGS: I need some extra blue glitter...this ones fixing to run out

ME: *writing* A-P-P

MYRANDA: *wheezes*.....Mel your titties bout to SMACK on that sign sis...

ME: *sits up*........They're Yittys *scratching my scalp*... I got two signs ready!!

MYRANDA: OH LORD NOW WAYMENT-

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MYRANDA: OH LORD NOW WAYMENT-

ME: Or should I put down Come pet a yitty or two?

MAGS: NOT EVEN THAT! *snatches it* Start over...

Myranda and Mags are my best friends. We've all known each other for a little over 7 years. I have another best friend. Her name is Zyeana. She's what you call sweet and sour. She's...um....a special lil girl.

Speak of the Devil, she skateboarded her deranged ass over to us tightening her mouth like she was holding in some beans.

"HEY Y'ALL WHATS TEA?" her loud self said as she pulled out a chair from one of our lunch tables.

MYRANDA: Where were you just coming from?

ZY: Amazon, I had to return a package...that damn vibrat- Nevermind. So I'm tryna save me up some coins for a Royal Rumble ticket...so we need to get on with this business

MYRANDA: What is Royal Rumble?

ME: Some cheesy ass WWE event that happens like almost every year...

ZY: It ain't cheesy when you find out your heroes might make their appearance....So Mel lemme ask you this...cause you already told me ya story...can you call Edge and ask him-

ME: You must've been released from the county jail after all these years cause baby ion got his number

ZY: So you mean to tell me you ain't got no form of email of Buddy?

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