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I felt sorry for you at first but one thing I don’t tolerate is a nigga putting his hands on me, especially one I used to take care of. I’m fittin’ to beat your punk-ass like I birthed you!”
“Bitch, I’ll deal with you and your grandmother in a second!”
Get the hell out so I can bite your ankles off!
“He can’t breathe!” Tala shouted. “That’s the point of it!” I replied while applying pressure.
What in the fuck do you want me to do with this chicken nugget?
Fuck you, your one-arm bug-eye mother and your father!
Maybe I went too far with wanting to hurt him the same way he hurt me. I know he’s carrying the burden heavily now more than ever.
Nah girl. He needed to hear that one. He was sleeping with that lady for yeeeeaaars. He knew she didn’t respect your position as his wife and yet he still slept with her.
You have crackhead tendencies. You steal, you are homeless and you got fired on your day off. Go home, Felicia, and pray to Maikoh to send you to a rehab,” Rolf said.
“Mika has never talked to me in that way!” she said. “Mika left the group chat, bitch!”
“Hell no! The last time I tried to intervene, I ended up in a coma for two weeks. Besides, I got shit to do tomorrow. I need to head home to wash my mother’s hair,” Rolf retorted before turning away, leaving the drama behind. “Your mama ain’t go no hair, Rolf!” I shouted out, but he was already gone.