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Clarence is history. He’s been filed away in the Annals of the Journal of New York City Fuckboys.”
He was tempted to press his hands against his ears and scream like he had when he was a child—his tantrums had been legendary, and the king and queen had often remarked that he was lucky he was the sole heir to the crown with the way he tried their patience.
“Your grandfather fought off colonizers with his bare hands and you can’t function without an assistant, Ingoka wept.”
But instead of a peeved researcher standing in the doorway, there was the finest man Ledi had ever seen outside of a social media thirst trap pic.
He wore a forest green T-shirt and straight-legged black jeans that fit snugly, but not enough to advertise his eggplant emoji.
He’d been a thorn in her side the entire night and she had given him cupcakes and a gonorrhea anecdote and support.
“Gaslighting?” He looked quizzically at the light switch in the kitchen. “It’s when you point out something that upsets you, or you try to set boundaries, and the other person tries to make you feel like you’re overreacting or it’s all in your head. Like when I tell Brian it’s not fair that he’s offloading his work on me, and then he acts like I’m the one being difficult.” “I thought that was called being an asshole,” Jamal growled. “This Brian is an asshole.”
He was probably the kind of guy who paid cash up front and thought Sallie Mae was a country singer.
Everybody wants something from you, but sometimes there’s a person you want to give to. Sometimes what you give them makes you better for having given it. And it makes having to give to everyone else not so bad.”
Apparently, oh-sure-I’ll-do-that Ledi had been incinerated by the flames of her frustration and I-wish-a-motherfucker-would Ledi had risen from the ashes.
Desire stirred, but the biggest photo opportunity in a generation wasn’t the ideal place to display the royal member.
How did he make riding a donkey look sexy? D’artagnan looked back at her, batting his long lashes as if to say Girl, I know.
“That’s the thing, Naledi. That the people who love you will hurt you the most is one of the great conundrums of the human condition. My philosophy tutor said so, and he had about five degrees on the subject, so I guess it holds some water.”
Best friends who would shank your man for you were as valuable as any crown.
Thabiso’s eyes widened. “You think your uncle is a fuckboy?” She nodded. “And if what I think is correct, his case isn’t curable.”
“It’s hard losing a friend,” Ledi said quietly. “If it’s your significant other, you’re allowed to grieve. But people act like best friends are a dime a dozen, and if you lose one you can just replace them with another.”
