“Girl, I wish you would attempt to put hands on me. My family may have been in the church, but fighting is not unfamiliar to me. Step to me on some rah-rah shit and watch me fuck you up. Okay? And while you’re in my face hollering about your man, who you need to be talking to is him! I don’t owe you shit, bitch, he does! So if you don’t like him hanging out with me, then tell his ass to stop.” I bucked my eyes at her. Her nostrils flared, and the grip on her purse tightened. “Keep playing with me, Lisara.” “Oooh, damn. Let me guess… You can’t tell that nigga shit because he’ll leave your ass,
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