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" Different ladies, it's making you nauseous. Don't be flagrant, I know it's exhausting. It's the passion I'll show to you often. Your loves locked down, you're so contagious. You so gracious, your loves locked down."
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two weeks later 6/30/2023.
Satya Messiah Baker | Tia Detroit, MI ______________________
Tay Tay 🫂💙 ( Big little brother) now Yo , what time u leaving the house to come out this way again ? Cause ik for a fact Yarah ain't still doing yo hair and I want my cupcakes n shit right now, not later.
Glancing down at Taymond's text message, with a small frown present. I shifted my focus back over to Yarah, handing her the last box of cupcakes–that I had baked early this morning. For Taymond's birthday party, that he was unfortunately throwing outside of our old childhood neighborhood.
Being that he believed, in his own words? Not mine. That the old rundown apartment building, we once hated and couldn't wait to move away from? Was the first place, where he decided to jump from off of the porch at.
And while I felt that him deciding to bring in his birthday, at the one place where majority of the people who still disliked him lived? I knew that regardless of how I felt, I'd still show up anyways despite my beliefs.
So that I could make sure my brother, had the most memorable birthday experience possible. Especially since he always made it his mission, to shower me in love, affection and gifts more importantly? Whenever my special day had swung around.
" Taymond's trying to call you again, bitch!" Yarah shouted from outside my car window. " Should I answer it or just leave it to ring?"
" Let it ring girl. Because Taymond isn't about to rush me to do anything? After I just made him an entire fucking cake. With like two to three boxes of cupcakes? To go along with it. Like no, I'll see him? Whenever I see him seriously."
Locking up the house, after telling Yarah to ignore Taymond's call. I made my way over towards the driver's side next, feeling another frown–following a deep and exaggerated sigh? Come flying from out of my mouth.
