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Baton, Rouge
"I'm sorry for puttin' my hands on you baby." RASHAD apologized for the tenth time like it's his first time hitting me.
"It's okay— baby, you don't have to keep apologizing. I shouldn't have stayed with him anyway." I mumbled as I sat at my vanity set doing my makeup.
"Mhm." He mumbled in response while sliding Miracle's shirt on and little shorts. "You got plans or something today?" He asked.
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"No...not really, probably walked through the park for a minute and come back home." I replied and he nodded. I watched as he tucked his gun on his waist.
"Can you take my flick before you leave, bae?" I asked, clamping the watch that he brought me on.
"Yea." He mumbled before picking up my phone off the bed, unlocking it with his fingerprint. "Nah this ain't it mama' you gotta change up outta that dress or something." Rashad stated while squinting his eyes at the pictures he took of me.
I ignored his statement, snatching my phone out his hand. "Ouu! at least you can take pictures good, can't do nothing else right." I mumbled the last part.
"Yeen' say that when I was all up in em guts last night." He laughed and I playfully hit his chest. "Yea, you betta' stop playing wimmie." He said.
"Ain't nobody playing with yo Lil Wayne dreads." I laughed while posting my picture on Snapchat.
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