She fell in love now she's open, gave him her heart and he stole it. All of his lies got her frozen, Now you can tell that She's Broken but He's Okay.
- Marissa
Seana Washington is what some would describe as naive, weak, blind, and d...
Seana Washington Friday, October 27th (Her Birthday)
It's my freaking birthday today! Ya girl is officially 17 and Imma show the fuck out tonight. I got in the shower and took care of my hygiene. I put on my robe to go downstairs because I smelled something burning
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Seana's Robe
Sanity Othello
I tried to wake up early to cook Sea some breakfast. I wanted to start her off with a good meal since it's the most important meal of the day.
This shit harder than it look, to be honest. Shit got to burning and I knew it was over.
Seana even came down, but she had on this sexy ass robe with a matching lace bra & panty set. I wanted to say fuck breakfast and just eat her, but I have to remember baby steps.
"What the hell is that smell?"
"I burnt ya birthday breakfast. I'm sorry I wanted to do something nice fa ya since it's ya big day."
"Aww it's okay San. You tried, let's see what you made." She started cracking up.
"That shit ain't een edible bruh." My accent rubbing off on ha I see.
"How about I just take you somewhere, and they cater to us." I sound stupid as hell.
"Sounds good." Those were always the words that I wanted to hear her say.
"Go get dressed and I'll be waiting in the car for you." I couldn't help but stare as she walked away. She didn't catch me this time—
"Stop staring at my ass Othello!" I couldn't help but smile at her sixth sense. Hopefully she gets ready quickly.
Seana Washington
I can't believe he's taking me out. This is the most we spoke in months and I honestly missed his company. After I got dressed I headed outside.
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