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JUST YOU WAIT...LOL (nina ross)now would be da real test. With nut out da way, true's could now be faced! DA FUCK JUS HAPPEND? Having been the passive mafuck of the ordeal...I looked to Rah for answers only to be met with a blank stare that seemed to be border line aggressive. Automatically I went into husky look mode prepared for what could of been a counuter aggressive look in nis nigga grill...nuffin...the blank stare continued. Something needed to happen..I mean...I couldn't move, my niggaz is naked...and my ass is still wet...FUCK IS GOING ON THOUGHT? As if I hadn't had enough cues tonight...Trina was on point with hers, breaking the silence as she sat up wimpering...Rah shifted gaze to Trina while I maintained my husky glare on him...."fuk wrong witchu yo?" I asked while maintaining my stare at my aggressive counter part...."YOU...CAN...NEVER...CUM NA FUK THRU WHEN I FUKN NEED YOU TOO DAS WUT DUMMY!" retorted Trina in between whimpers. "WHAT BITCH?" Dat was enough to break my glare...dis was about the third time this bitch had disrespected me in my shit, I overlooked it twice...cum is out...now it's time to face trues..."DA FUCK YOU JUST SAY?" I shot. Trina stood up as Rah maintained his gaze on her. "Don't worry about it Jahmir...don't even worry about it...you never did come to think about it...." trina was cut off by the ring of my cordless..."A rah get dat...Trina, da fuck is you talkn bout witchur disrespectful ass?" I shot..."Who da fuck is dat at almost 6 sumthn in na fukn mornin?...you know wut...it dont even fuckn matter, hmph" trina quiped as she clasped her coat shut...as she headed for da door, I looked back at Rah...he was pacing while on the phone and seemed somewhat agiatated....never minding that, I walked behind a wimpering Trina as she exited the door..."Trina, wait up, wus wrong? I thought chu wuz gud money wit dis lil set up..." I quickly was cut off as Trina made her way down the step...."I said DONT...WORRY....ABOUT...IT!" she snapped back as she shuffled down the street...maybe she right, either way I took her advice and decided not to worry about it at the point...I closed the door behind her weirdo ass and headed for Rah...Who da fuck was dis nigga talkn to on my jack at 6 sum shit in the morning?
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