not edited, excuse any mistakes. ( i changed the female characters face claim too, because my OG deactivated her insta 😒.)
CHAPTER TWO: " AT THIS POINT WE STUCK."
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" Money ain't a thing, baby welcome to the mob. Diced pineapples, talkin' diamonds by the jar. Bitch so bad, got me wishin' I could sing. Her uniform Isabel Marant, when you on the team. Double MG, them other niggas fell off. Baby girl, I just wanna see you well off."
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5/22/2023.
Satya Messiah Baker | Tia. ( suh–tee–yuh.) Detroit, MI __________________________
Standing in front of the counter, inside the kitchen. With my focus being locked onto the television screen, I continued cutting up the apple that was placed on top of the plastic plate beneath it.
So that I could hurry up and feed my nephew Silas, and return back to the sofa. Before I missed out on seeing Skilla and Sada's lip service interview, that he'd been begging me to tune into? Once it aired.
" Tee Tee Tia, can you put some of that brown stuff on top of my apples for me too, please?" Sila's asked oh so sweetly, making me nod my head slowly and begin making my way towards the fridge.
" That brown stuff? Is called caramel booger."
" Well can I have some of that? And another juice box too please, Tee Tee Tia?"
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"..."
" Don't be ignoring my son? When he get to asking you for some he want, ugly ass lil girl." Brushing past me roughly, once I began making my way from out of the kitchen.
I placed the plate full of apples, along with the juice box onto Silas's kiddie table. Before turning around slowly afterwards, as I flicked Taymond off repeatedly using both my middle fingers.
" Boy? Shut up. Because when it comes to booger? He knows that his Tee Tee Tia? Is always going to come through for him. Isn't that right Silas?"
" Mm-hm." Giving me a quick thumbs up, before continuing to eat away frantically at his food, as if he hadn't eaten in days? Caused a light laugh to fly from out of my mouth.
