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“She couldn’t give you a child, Square. Her womb recognized real. My junior got her ass hugging the toilet and complaining of fatigue right now. I’ll be sure to send you an invitation to the baby shower, my nigga. And when you get there, sit your bitch ass down and shut the fuck up. See that fumble up front and in person.”
He ate so bad I fear.
