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Whitney: Who you texting baby?
Michael: It's nothing.
Whitney: *looks over at his phone* Diana? Why the fuck you texting Diana?
Michael: Baby it's not that-
Whitney: *yelling in his face* This the type of shit that's gone piss me the fuck off! What the fuck you texting her 'bout coming over for?
Michael: It's not that deep man. I just invited her over to listen to a few songs. What's your issue?
Whitney: Did y'all fuck?
Michael: I didn't fuck her! Give me my damn phone!
Whitney: Oh so it's a problem now? I can't have your phone now?
Michael: *yells back at her* YOU'RE FUCKIN DELUSIONAL WHITNEY!
Whitney: NO YOU'RE FUCKIN DELUSIONAL! DID YOU FUCK HER?
Michael: I DIDN'T FUCK HER! Give me my fuckin phone Whitney.
Whitney: I'm done. *throws the phone at his face* You and that dumb bitch could die together. I don't know why I came back here in the first place.
Michael: Shut the fuck up! You ain't going no where. I already told you I didn't fuck her.
Whitney: Call her.
Michael: You so fuckin insecure about the wrong shit. What if I did fuck her? What you gone do? *without hesitation, she jumped on him and started punching him in the face* Whitney get ya hands off me!
Whitney: I don't care, you a bitch!
Michael: Hm? (he flipped her on the bed and started to punch her, back to back) What I told you? Huh?
Whitney: (whimpers, tries to block his hits) wait Michael, *cries under him* i'm sorry.
Michael: *comes back to his senses* Fuck! i'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
Whitney: *she left out the the room and grabbed her babies* London come on.
Michael: You not taking my babies.
Whitney: I'm taking my kids. I laid on my back and had them.
Michael: That's all you good for. Leave my kids. You can go all you want but you leaving my babies.
Whitney: Stand on that.
