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𝚃𝚎𝙻𝚊𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚊 𝙲𝚕𝚢𝚍𝚎 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚠𝚒𝚗
𝙲𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚕 𝙷𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜, 𝙼𝙳
𝟹:𝟺𝟻 𝚙𝚖

"For youuuuu" I pointed at Leek "imma let you hit it for free."

He sucked his teeth, "Fuck hittin it, I been beatin it out the frame."

"Tuh barely" I rolled my eyes.

Now why I just lie like that?

"Lets play 21 questions, we barely talk when we see each other. We just eat and fuck." I turned to face him.

We were currently sitting in his car in the Sonic parking lot eating our food because you know, parked car conversations >>>>>>.

"Whats yo full name?" he asked me.

"TeLaysia Darwin"

He sucked his teeth, "Mane I know you got a middle name."

"ItsClyde" I mumbled.

"Speak up, you loud any other time."

I let out a sigh, "My middle name is Clyde."

He busted out laughing, "Who fucked you up like that?"

"My mama was the type of person who thought names didnt belong to certain genders. Her name was Tyler Jerome Darwin, she had ha daddy first name as ha middle name."

"What about yo brutha"

"Taylor Linus Darwin" I chuckled.

"Damn whole time I thought yo full first name was Laysia"

"Yea whats yo full name?" I popped a tator tot in my mouth.

"Lawrence Rodney Jamel Wright" I choked.

"Nigga don't come fa me when yo name long as a bitch, and where the hell did Leek come from?"

"My pops named Malik and me and him look smack alike so when I would get hurt or was finna get in trouble my granny would be like 'po li leekleek' and it jus stuck." he shrugged his shoulders.

"I like yo name tho, it gives you a chance to pass for a white person on an online application. Nobody finna hire a bitch named TeLaysia, they know im black as hell."

"Well they gon be lucky to be in yo presence because you finna be a supastar, inna WNBA n shit." I started smiling.

"Yessirr!!!! Imma play overseas, they love the WNBA over there."

"What about kids and stuff?" he looked at me.

"I think with all the goals I wanna accomplish i'm jyst fine being the rich auntie. I'll leave kids to Tana and Ren."

"Thats fine I already got one onna way, that's all I need fareal. Hand me my glizzy." He pointed to the Sonic bag sittin at my feet.

"You real vicious fa gettin that footlong joint."

"Shut the hell up, niggas be hungry." he unwrapped the foil around it and bit it straight. He aint een turn it to the side, rip a piece off or nun.

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