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𝖠𝗎𝗀𝗎𝗌𝗍 1𝗌𝗍, 𝖳𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗒-𝖤𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇
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𝖇𝖗𝖔𝖔𝖐𝖑𝖞𝖓, 𝖓𝖞
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"word to my moms yo i'll kill this bitch!" yasmine paced back and forth in my room.
"what happened?" i ate my chips.
"this bitch cherry yo! she knew he was my favorite nigga and she still fucked him !"
"fucking treesh. " lashae stared at the camera.
"right!"
"it ain't that serious. just find another one. " i shrugged getting up to throw my chips away.
"you don't get it- you know what ? you right. " she nodded typing away on her phone.
"look. " lashae turned the camera to her computer.
"bitch you disgusting. " i shook my head looking at the porn with her.
"did you think about it?" yasmine layed down beside me.
i thought about it again thinking about the pros and cons of this situation.
pros | cons
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lots of money | jail time
lots of money | death
lots of money | traumatization
"... i'm in. " i shrugged.
"you deadass?" she raised an eyebrow.
"forreal. " i chuckled barely knowing they slang.
"yay. " lashae squiled making my face drop.
"we gone start off small and then we gone hit it biggg. "
"when we start?"
"school in a few days so focus first. and always remember-"
"trust no one. " we all said in unison.
i never understood why they told me that. it made me second guess everything.
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"ma!" i pulled my shorts out of my ass walking around our fair sized new york apartment.
"yea!"
"did you see the shoes?"
"yea! they were 400$ yare. "
"i'll get em. " i opened the fridge looking around.
"how? don't be doing nothing with them fast ass lil girls. " she fussed making my mood go dull.
one thing i hated was fussing cause why waste your energy on fussing? all it'll do is cause conflict and effect you sooner or later so i just avoid it.
"ok. " i walked out of the kitchen not caring anymore.
"yareiana don't walk away when i'm talking to you!"she followed me.
