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Tell me we not a couple again, and I’ma duct tape ya pussy lips together.”
“The fuck you in here flirting for? I’ain get all my fuckin’ sleep out, so I’m feeling extra stupid. I’ma go find this nigga and choke his ass.” He went to walk off, and cackling, I grabbed his arm.
“Boston!” Shayna cried. “I am your wife.” Boston tsked, then made a sad face that made me smirk. “Bless yo’ heart,” he said. “You ain’t even a thought, shawty.”
As the fight progressed, not a person in this backyard mumbled a word. There was no fellas stop, y’all too old for this, or that’s enough now. Nope.
