Namiah Gregory
Chicago, IL
1:45 PM
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"Y'all that's my man idc if i sound delusional" i said telling my cf of live.
"girl y'all talked one tim-" i cut my self off from reading the comment "BITCH YOU IS A HATER!!"
"y'all we really locked in!!" i said rolling my eyes "when i see him i'm getting his number or that ig!! how much y'all wanna bet?"
"$50, $60, $80" i said reading from the comments
"coo bet!! tmp to lock ts in and when i get that number or ig!! don't be go into hiding" i laughed
"i go back to school on Monday yall stop acting slow, it's saturday" i said reading a few more comments "ite y'all i'm
finna go and start getting ready , y'all favorite plug finna be stepping out in about a hour hit my phone" i said ending the live
"let me hold $40 til tomorrow i know you got it" my lil sister said
"girl i'm broke." i said
"not what i heard." she side eyed me
i pulled a stack out my pocket and gave her $60
"close yo mouth. and keep it close" i said
"if i heard you don't think they will??" she said
"i don't care if they do , they just gotta find out on they own." i said
"ion see the difference but ite." she shrugged walking away
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my phone buzzed and i picked it up with quickness thinking it was Nene.
she haven't talked to me since yesterday afternoon. she usually the first one of my phone, but if she mad then she can stay mad cause ian kissing no ass. i don't even see why it was a big deal.
it was my daddy telling me to pick him some food up from Babas
"i want a gyro burger anyways" i texted back saying 'gotchu' and went to run my shower water.
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