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March 13 - March 13, 2025
They hadn’t spoken in a while because of a loose joke he made about Quinci’s mom when we were down there for the birth of my niece. It was something along the lines of how he could tell that she could suck a mean dick, something like that. Dymon nearly knocked his head off. Dad apologized, and it took him a minute to forgive him.
Across the room, my deceased child laid in the little bed, wrapped as if she was alive. That was the worst day of my life.
That man was nothing but trouble, but why was I so fucking captivated?
“Girl, you wasn’t begging when you was fucking on my best friend— yo’ cousin’s— husband. Get yo’ hoe ass out of here before I clean my floor with your face. Dumb bitch.”
“I really can’t believe this bitch! Girl, I am going to make you fight that hoe before we die and I don’t give a damn what you or ya wack ass mama, or ya wack grandma got to say.”
“You know, God was in his bag, physically, when he was creating you, Diesel Danger, but literally fell asleep at the wheel when it was time to mix in some other shit.”
She gasped and covered her mouth, and I immediately closed my mouth. What the fuck!

