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“Whoever catered this shit can cook their ass off. I know it’s a Miss Shirley back there.” Bashar stuffed his face as Lequay, Shakur, and I laughed.
“Didn’t say it was gon’ be easy. I said wasn’t gon’ be no fucking wedding, and I mean that shit. Watch what I say, nigga.” I nodded.
Seeing the man I loved beam at other men or women with their babies and children hurt me. I knew he wanted that, and I knew he had too big of a heart to leave me for being unable to give him something he’d told me himself that he wanted more than anything. Not to mention, he felt it was his fault. He would never leave me, for that reason alone, even if he was unfulfilled and miserable.
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“Don’t go with that ten percent, young nigga. A persistent man is a winning man. You say you sure she don’t want no divorce, put that fucking pressure on her. What you don’t do is allow her to believe you agree with her or don’t give a fuck, because she will marry that other nigga.
“How is the dick, bitch? You’ve never told me, and I’ve always wanted to know. Now seems like the perfect time.”
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just wanna say that—” Her sentence was cut off when I punched her ass right in the nose. Popping her head back up and cupping her bleeding nose, she screeched. “What was that for?” “So you’ll know what’s gon’ happen if you try anything like deleting that post or following up trying to say you got bullied into posting it.”

