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aaliyah moor
"get ya passport i'm tryna take you somewhere." he says and the line disconnects.
"what the fuck could that be about?" i ask myself looking like a damsel in distress.
i climb out my my bed and walk to my mirror.
"hi liyah." i heard over my left shoulder but didn't see anything.
"hi." i say back before taking a long blink.
"hi aaliyah." i hear from my right shoulder.
"hey girl." i open my eyes and smile in the mirror.
it was all an illusion that i entertained.
"he wants to take you out the country." the right says in a cheerful voice.
"that's the passport thing." i think i'm saying to myself but they heard me and just nodded.
"go for it." right says with a big smile.
"ion agree much with righty but i think you should too." my left says and i nod in the mirror.
first thing that next morning i went to go get my passport picture taken.
just the other day i had just gotten a wig installed so everything would look perfect.
"one,two, three." the picture was snapped and i maybe no facial expression at all.
in three to five months i should be receiving everything in the mail.
i texted taurus feelings rush of excitement.
taurus♥️
i did it!
the passport?
yes silly, i'm so excited
me too baby. see you tonight
delivered
i heart the message and go forth with my business.
i started cleaning the bathroom letting all my concoctions marinate.
once finally done taurus came back to my place with harold's chicken.
"thanks." i open the lid.
"you welcome baby."
"why you want me to get my passport?" i ask adding hot sauce to my chicken.
"i wanna take you out the country,
i'm feeling aruba."
"aruba? really?"
