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I'm ready to pull up on you I'm ready to do what I do Baby, what you wanna do? Shoot your shot 'cause I'm bulletproof
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"Yes, you can place it right there yall, thank you so so much."
Stepping aside watching as the two furniture workers headed slowly into my house carrying the final pieces to my living room, I watched carefully as they walked in placing my brand-new couches down carefully.
Assessing the placement making sure it was perfect, I gave them a quick thumbs up assuring them that they placed the couch exactly where I wanted it.
Even though, Jhene did her very best to try and decorate my whole damn house herself, we settled on her having full control over my closet because shit...everybody know Jhene's closet is a damn museum, so I am here for it.
Thanking the two workers once again as I walked them out the front door, I closed the door behind them slowly turning around immediately sprinting back over to the couch laying across the big couch taking in that fresh couch smell that I love so much.
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Many would call my choice to donate all my old furniture from my apartment back in Chicago and start fresh at the new house, dumb as hell, even though I could care less, it's completely understandable because when the idea was brought to me by my therapist herself I definitely questioned if this little idea came with an invoice to help me pay for all this new shit.
