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And Mr. Denver, sometimes I be asking her why we can’t have a sleepover with everybody because sometimes I be getting confused.
Along with the picture of Zy’s medicines, I’d sent one of the pictures I took earlier.
Lmaooo sheesh girl.
“Need you to remind me where I come from. Ground me when I’m tumbling, spiraling, plummetin’ down to earth. You keep me down to earth,” she sang, swinging her hips. “Lie to me and say my booty getting bigger even if it ain’t.”
come on SZA
“I’m a widow,” I answered plainly. “Oh my gosh,” she sat up a little. “I am so sorry for your loss.” My brows dipped into a frown. “That mutha’fucka is still alive.”
“With the walker?” I whisper-yelled. Zion put his full face in the camera and nodded. I fell into laughter.
“The nigga didn’t even deny it. Three kids and they all ugly. The girlfriend too!”
Not they all ugly
“Even when it’s wrong, the illusion of it will have you fooled. That’s how you know that it is a beautiful thing because eternally, it can be the best thing. I’ve learned that the tiny pieces of a person or thing can make love be breathtaking or leave you lifeless. I believe in love. I want love.”
“I can tell you got some dick. You're glowing like somebody poured baby oil on your ass.”
“Thanks,” Zion peeked in the bag. “I’m grateful, but I stopped liking Ninja Turtles when I turned eight.”
Donn. Not played in front of the people lol.
