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1. Mr. Ace Gathers

Vanessa

“Before we conclude the meeting I would like to announce the lucky PO that will be welcoming Mr. Gathers onto their caseload.” I smirked at all the nervous faces that adorned the conference room.

I made eye contact with my office bestie, Kenzi, and mirrored her panicked facial expression. She only rolled her eyes at me before turning to face the front of the conference room. “Ms. Clarke, it’s your lucky day.” My jaw dropped and I swear I could hear the sighs of relief being exhaled.

“Umm, Ms. Canty, I’m already capped at 25 clients this month. You’ve made a mistake.” I spoke confidently as I noticed my fellow workers packing up their pens and notepads, ready to make their exit from the conference room.

“I dont make mistakes, Ms. Clarke. Please see my assistant for the case folder. Your client has a meeting with you today at 11:30, so I suggest you familiarize yourself with his past charges.” I looked on in disbelief as she exited the conference room.

“Fix your face, V, it won’t be that bad.” I only looked Kenzi up and down before resting my forehead against my palms. I heard the movement of her feet and then the closing of the conference room door. Once I was sure that I was the only inhabitant of the room, I let a million and one curse words fly from my mouth.

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I tapped my rose pink metallic pen against my desk as my eyes analyzed the case file. No wonder none of the other PO’s wanted Mr. Ace Gathers on their caseload. This man served three years for an attempted murder charge. How did the parole board grant him early release, when he needed to serve at least twelve years before he could even be considered for parole?

“This man got somebody in his pocket” I mumbled as I continued to scan his two page long criminal history. I didn’t even realize that the day was moving so swiftly until I received a call from the front desk staff, informing me that my newest client was waiting for me in the visitor’s lobby.

I quickly buttoned the front of my mint green colored blazer, and said a quick prayer to the man above as I exited my office. I quickly touched the back of my ‘Milano’ jeans, feeling the hard exterior of my agency issued Glock 22.

“Hello, Mr. Gathers, my name is Ms. Clarke and I am your parole officer. How are you today?” I kept my face emotionless as I extended my right hand for the gentleman to shake. He only looked down at my extended hand before shrugging.

“I’m here, we don’t gotta do all the formalities.” He mirrored my emotionless face and dug his hands into the pockets of his sweats. Nodding briefly, I cleared my throat before speaking.

“This way.”

I allowed him to walk in front of me, only speaking to tell him to turn ‘left’ at the end of the hallway. Once we were in my office I directed him to sit before taking my own chair and interlocking my fingers on top of the desk.

“Welcome back to society.”

Ace

“And who will you be staying with until you find your own apartment?” I watched as she wrote something onto her light pink notepad.

Ignoring her question, I glanced around the medium sized office. Most of the items in here were off white or light pink. Typical girl shit. Finally taking in her appearance, I smirked once I observed her bottom lip sink into her mouth. She was really in deep thought over there and mumbling some shit to herself.

“Hello? Who will you be staying with until you find your own apartment?” My smirk was immediately wiped from my face once I peeped the slight attitude in her voice.

“The fuck you got an attitude for? I’m the one that just got his freedom.”

“Sir, who will you be staying—“ cutting her off before she could ask me the silly ass question again for a third time, I spoke quickly. “I got my own crib. I dont gotta stay with nobody.”

“What is the address? I need to make a home visit before the day is over.” I blew out air from the side of my mouth before reciting my address to her.

“What you said yo name was again?”

“My name is Ms. Clarke.” She responded coolly before turning to face her computer screen and typing away. It was as if I wasnt even in the room.

That’s cool though.

I pulled out my phone and went straight to da gram.

“Umm excuse me, you can’t use that phone in here. I dont know if you’re recording our meeting or something.” I smacked my lips. Was she deadass?

“Listen, Ms. Clarke, this my first time on parole and all but you moving more militant than the COs that I had in prison. I deadass cant use my phone?” Annoyance was laced in my voice as I stared back at her.

She was trying her hardest to win this staring match but she wasn’t going to. After maybe two minutes of nothing but breathing, she looked away from me and turned back to her computer.

“Put that phone away, deadass.”

A chuckle escaped my mouth unintentionally. She quickly glared over at me and arched an eyebrow. Deciding to play nice, this time, I slipped my phone into the pocket of my denim jacket. A small smile touched her lips before she went back to typing.

The rest of the meeting was spent with her pausing her typing to ask me basic ass questions, and me never once removing my eyes from her striking features.

Is it just me, or are all the females in law enforcement bad as shit? First the lady COs and now my lady PO.

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I will be posting a short story on this blog. It’s called TheParolee, and I’m so excited to write it!

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27.

Leilani

I rolled my eyes at the incoming FaceTime call from Ciarra. I was not in the mood to speak to her right now. Sighing, I dug around in my ‘Coach’ shoulder bag to find my AirPods. “Waddup?” My tone held no enthusiasm as I greeted Ciarra.

I looked to my left once I noticed Christian trying to peek into my phone screen. Luckily I had my privacy screen protector on so all baby boy was seeing was black. “Who dat?” He whispered as he turned down onto our familiar street. We were on our way home from the Italian restaurant Gillian’s. We had a cute little lunch date after our couples therapy session.

Ignoring his nosy ass, I tuned into Ciarra’s words. “Leilani, I am so sorry for what happened yesterday. I swear the only reason Chanel even knows about you and the foster care system is because I told her about it when me and you first met, which was like three years ago. I didnt even tell her on any malicious shit. I was describing Sean’s little sister to her, and I told her that you and Sean were split up after your parents died. And while Sean was adopted, you were in the system. When I tell you that I told her that literally three years ago? I didnt even know that sis remembered that shit.” She pleaded her case before adjusting what I’m assuming was her iPad, on top of her growing stomach.

Before I could respond, Christian’s voice rang through my ears. I didnt even peep that we were now parked in our driveway, and he powered off the truck. “You coming in?”

“Hold on, Ci.” I held up a finger to my phone screen before turning to look at him.

“You can go in without me, babe. I’m talking to Ciarra right now.” He nodded with understanding before reaching into the back seat and grabbing my ‘to go’ plate from the restaurant. I gave him a quick peck to the cheek before returning to the FaceTime call.

“Waddup, Ci!” He yelled before slamming the truck door. “Tell big bro I said waddup.” I chuckled at how much of a nigga she sounded like.

“But for real, Lei, I would never tell my sister shit about you. Especially since I know y’all don’t fuck with each other. But like I said, it was deadass three years ago when I told her that. She petty as shit for mentioning it last night, and making it seem like I’m just out here spilling your business. Shit wack.”

I just stared at her as I allowed her words to sink into my brain. Ci ain’t ever been on any disloyal shit since I’ve known her. I decided to go with my gut and take her words for their value. “I trust you Ci, and I accept your apology. Just so there’s no confusion, please don’t tell your sister shit about me moving forward. She got an ass beating coming from me, and that’s just me being real.” I shrugged as I awaited her response.

She only sent me a small smirk. “Throw in a punch for me.” I literally laughed out loud before telling her that I would text her later.

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It was only me lounging in the house on this Thursday evening since Christian had some emergency meeting with his staff down at ‘The Plaza’. I snickered to myself because his building was really raggedy as shit. His staff were always fucking up. My staff, on the other hand? The best of the best, and that’s because I hand picked majority of the workers there after an intensive interview process. Hospitality was nothing to play with. And my pockets was nothing to play with either. My tenants at ‘The Palace 2’ would never have anything to complain about because they would always be treated well.

I was scrolling away on my Twitter timeline carelessly when an interesting retweet caught my eye.

RT @Mijoflyguy: this bout me? :) @chanelxox: never been one to wreck a happy home but he would be happier with me, no cappp.

I made a funny looking face as I tapped on the female’s username. I smacked my lips once I seen that bitch’s profile picture. Scrolling down her timeline there were plenty of vague ass tweets about some mystery nigga. This chick was way too old to be sending subliminal messages. Just shoot yo shot, hoe.

@chanelxox: dark skin mami and light skin papi, sounds right in my head

@chanelxox: his chick needs to fall allll the way back lmao

The third latest tweet is the one that had me saying ‘what the fuck?’ out loud.

@chanelxox: that moment went you gotta hold ya bitch back from fighting me. Lmao that’s when I know I won.

That tweet was from 17 hours ago, around the time everyone was at my house for dinner. I shook my head in disbelief. Was this bitch sending off all these subliminal tweets about my nigga?

Deciding to not be ratchet, instead of @‘ing her on her own timeline and having a bunch of nosy mf’s in my business, I simply texted Ciarra and asked for her to send me Chanel’s number. She sent it with a quickness and then asked what’s up? I simply left her on ‘read’ before deciding to FaceTime the bitch.

She answered after the fourth ring, I’m guessing she was taking a minute to recall the unknown number. When she answered it looked like she was outside at a pharmacy or something. “Hello? Leilani? How you get—“

Cutting her off, I got straight to the point. “You plotting on my man? Cause I just seen some questionable ass tweets from you. And I wanna get confirmation before I really beat dat ass.”

It took her a few seconds to wipe the shocked expression from her face before she spoke. “What tweets?”

“Bitch stop playing with me. You know what tweets I’m talking bout. This the reason you got beef with me? Cause of Christian?” I shook my head once again in disbelief because shit was quickly starting to make sense. I never did shit to this bitch and she has always given me an attitude from the day we met. Whole time shawty was mad at me because she wanted my man.

I aint never been in this predicament before.

“I dont want Christian. We’re just friends…”

She sounded scary as shit right now and all that caused me to do was end the FaceTime call. I quickly FaceTime’d my honeybun and prayed he was done with his meeting and could answer the call.

“Yo! Wassup baby?” He turned down the music in his truck as he placed his vision from my face and to the road. He was driving, so I’m assuming he was on his way home from The Plaza.

“Baby, ima ask you a question and be honest with me, okay? You ever had a thing with Chanel back in high school? Even if it was a simple ass kiss… be honest.”

“What? Hell no, Lani. That girl is not my type with her stuck up ass. Who told you that shit?” He kept his eyes on the road until he came to what looked like a stop, and then looked back into the camera.

“This bitch on twitter firing off all the subliminal ass tweets about me and you! And then she gonn tweet some shit last night about you holding me back from beating her ass. And that’s how she know she’s winning. Some dumb shit like that. Then I facetimed shawty just now to ask her if she wanted my nigga, she gonn deny everything. Sounding scary as fuck.” I breathed deeply as I envisioned the thousand and one ways that I was gonna tear that bitch up.

“What the fuck is good with her? I never had shit with that girl and that’s news to me that she would be feeling me. We were never ever like that, believe me, babe. We ain’t really start speaking until some years ago when Sean started messing with Ci again.” I watched as he shook his head in disbelief. “That’s why she never liked you? Dead ass?” He shook his head again and then mumbled that he was outside the house.

I ended the call then went to open the front door for him. I smiled big when I noticed the box of navy blue roses in his possession. “Are those for me, babyyy?”

“Nope. They for my new bitch, Chanel.”

My eyes slanted at him as he hunched on the front steps laughing. I simply slammed the door in his ugly ass face before walking back over to the couch. “Don’t be slamming no doors, Lani!”

I ignored him and only went back to twitter. I felt like a whole stalker being back on Chanel’s twitter page. Knowing her ‘do it for the internet’ ass, she would tweet about me confronting her on FaceTime today. And once she made that tweet I would let her, as well as all of her followers know that I was on the way to beat that ass.

“Stop looking at me like that, Lei. You know these roses are for you. Come here.” He easily snatched my phone from my possession and slipped it into the front pocket of his slacks. He then placed the flowers onto my lap before ducking down and kissing my lips. I easily set the flowers to the side of the couch and wrapped my arms around his neck all while keeping the kiss going.

He groaned when I ran my hands down the front of his slacks, and wrapped my hand around the imprint of his dick. “You look so sexy in your boss costume, baby.”

“It ain’t no costume.” He chuckled before picking me up from the couch and carrying me in the direction of the den. “Ima fuck you on the pool table. Remember last summer?” I smirked and only nodded as I rushed to pull my tank top over my head. This should be exciting.

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Chris’ new album inspired me to write some shit

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Hold up😡 you were on here 3 years ago and I missed it? 🥺

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there's only a bunch of ffs that still on here that update a lot. I can name a few for u

I would love that babe!

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any good fanfics you suggest reading ?

Its been a while since I’ve read a fanfic love... ummm I cant think of any off the top of the dome. Im tryna get back into reading ffs...

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I MISS WRITING!!

@findfanficshere you still running ya blog? I’m tryna get fanfic tumblr poppin’ again. On some 2012-2015 type shit.

Hmu.

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I miss how tumblr use to be man 😩😩

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can i get the link to the chapters of marriage trials please ?

http://marriagetrialsff.tumblr.com/chapters

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Look who decided to pop up 😱👀

I pop in from time to time lol. Never nothing permanent

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why do you write love?

Why do i write? As in what makes me write?

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Epilogue

(This chapter was published April 2013 but it got deleted)

-Chris- “I love him, of course I love him… But I love you more. So much more, but… You don’t want me anymore. I messed up and—” “As fucked up as this whole situation is, you’re still the only one I want to be with, Lana. I don’t know why you have such a strong ass hold on my heart, but you do,” She smiled big after I shook my head. “Even after you went and gave some other nigga a son that was supposed to be mine. I still love you and I still, uh, I still want you.” “I’m so sorry, Chris. I—” “Stop apologizing. That shit is giving me a headache.” I chuckled at the sour look she sent my way before looking over my shoulder once I heard footsteps starting down the staircase. “Come in here for a second, P.” “Hi, mom.” She greeted Alana with a hug before turning to face me. I pulled her heavy body down onto my lap before kissing the side of her face. “Dad, stop it. You’re putting your nasty spit on my face.” She grumbled before wiping the area on her face that I just kissed. Alana chuckled, and I only shook my head before kissing Paris’ face again.  “Alright, Paris. I’m about to ask you an important ass question, so answer truthfully, alright?” I placed her in between Alana and I on the couch so that I could see her face. “Okay, ask away.” She ran a hand through her long hair before giving me her undivided attention. I glanced at Lana for a quick second before looking down at Paris. “If mommy and daddy were to get back together… You know, live together and sleep in my room together like old times… Would you like that? I mean, would you support us?” She looked back and forth between Alana and I once, before settling her eyes on me. “I miss you guys together…” I almost didn’t hear her because she whispered her answer like she was a damn mouse. “What did you say, Paris? I didn’t hear you.” Lana asked with this small smile on her face. I don’t know what she was smiling at though; she claims ain’t hear shit. “I said that I miss you guys together! I miss the family being together. I miss you and Cae living here. I just want us to be a happy family.” My eyes nearly jumped out of their sockets when I seen the first tear stream down Paris’ face. When was the last time that this little girl cried? Before I could reach out to her and pull her onto my lap, Lana already had her pulled into a tight embrace; and was whispering shit into her ear. “Chris…” I nodded, letting her know that I was attentive.  “We can’t keep doing this to them.” She chewed on her bottom lip as she rocked Paris’ shaking body from left to right.  “So let’s fix our family.” ------------------------ That same year Chris and Alana got remarried. Although the two are each others number one enemies, they are also each other's soul mates. Both are conscious to how toxic and unhealthy their spiraling relationship is, but they don't care. They only care about being together and raising their two baby girls together. Alana still has a close relationship with Rome. It's not platonic...at all. The two still play house together whenever Alana has to drop Carter off to spend time with his father. Chris is unaware of her actions, and she hopes it remains that way. As much as Alana loves Chris, she still has love for Rome and doesn't want to end things with him so easily. He is the father of her first son, and he has a special place in her heart.       Additional characters: Jasmine: Her and Lana are no longer friends. The last time the two shared contact was over a year ago; before Lana got pregnant and after Chris came clean about allowing Jasmine to give him head. Jasmine is still modeling, and still being a mother to her baby girl, Gabriel. Hermes: Hermes and Chris still share zero contact with each other. The last time these two spoke to each other was the day Chris dumped her over the phone. She is still modeling, and has moved on to ball players now. Producers just weren't doing it for her.  Kim: Chris and Kim are still great friends. They share this friendship that is strictly platonic, but still fun as ever. Through Kim, Chris realized that he doesn't have to partake in sexual activities with every female he comes in contact with. Alison: Alison and Alana share a strong bond these days. They have built wonderful mother-daughter relationship over the past year. Alison visits frequently, and even her and Chris share no hard feelings.  She still allows Alissa to spend the summer and winter breaks with her big sister. She loves nothing more than to see her two daughters spending quality time with one another. Thanks for reading. I appreciate all of you guys, to be honest.

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THIS IS MINE FOR ANYONE WHO STILL READS FFS. FOLLOW

TROUBLE: 1

Adrienne

“Seriously, Trey? You’re not even going to come and look at the house with me? The contractor said it’s almost finished so–”

“I can’t go down there with you, Adrienne. You deaf or something?” He smacked his lips as he continued to run the razor blade up and down his jawline. “And why can’t you? Is smoking cigars with ya friends down at the golf club that important to you? More important than the beach house that YOU’RE having renovated?”

He turned off the razor to fix his eyes on me. “One, who said I’m going down to the golf club? Stop assuming shit. And two, that beach house is the both of ours. Meaning me and you. It’s our beach house, babe. If I need you to go down there alone to check shit out then that’s what you do. I ain’t marry no dumb ass wife, so stop acting like you can’t take on this shit by yourself. It ain’t that serious to be honest.” Not even giving me a moment to respond to his semi-rude ass comments, he flipped the switch on the razor blade and was back to finessing his beard.

Turning on the heels of my LV slides, I made my way out of the bathroom and down the staircase. This shit ain’t new from Trey so I wasn’t even surprised. He pulled the same shit when we were preparing to move into current Calabasas home. All he did was sign off on the paper work and then everything else was left up to me. Yeah, yeah, I know that I’m the one with the background in interior design and interest in home remodeling but come the fuck on.

You would think a husband would want to have some input in the crib that he would be residing in. Not Trey though. He was lazy as fuck when it came to shit like this. All he was good for was blowing money fast and initialing his pretty lil signature on whatever documents was shoved his way. I swear he was going to sign the copy to his death certificate one day, the way he just signs and signs.

I rapped along to Nicki Minaj’s verse on ‘Rake it Up’ as I cruised down our gated community. I waved at the security guard in his little booth as I passed by. He was in there stuffing his face, per usual. Sometimes I wondered how Rick got this job. Then again, there weren’t many duties that came along with the job. As far as I’m concerned all he did was sit there and press a button that allowed guests access and exit off the premises. A monkey could do his job.

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I grinned widely as I walked from the living room and back into the hallway. I can honestly say that the beach house looked much better than it did eight weeks ago. Trey called me into his office one day to show me pictures of this Malibu beach house that was on the market. When he first showed me pictures of the house I’ll be honest… it was a complete and utter dump. Eight weeks later and this bitch looked like a place that Yeezus himself would lounge at.

“I hope that smile means that you’re impressed.” That was Kevin, the residential contractor, speaking. The look in his eyes read, ‘please woman. Just say you’re pleased so that I could get paid’. I chuckled at the look in his eyes as well as my silly ass thoughts. I’d be the first to admit that I played no games when it came to this home remodeling shit. It was a passion of mine; so of course when it came to furnishing an area that I would be living in you better believe I was on everybody’s ass.

“You don’t have to look like that, Kevin. I am more than impressed. This shit looks good, homie.” I laughed even louder this time when not only him, but a few of his employees let out sighs of relief. Damn, was I that much a bitch?

“I am more so impressed by the lighting in the upstairs area. I thought you said that wouldn’t be connected until two more weeks?”

“We got a new guy four days ago and he went right to work on the lights. Impressed the heck outta me. Where’s he at?” Everybody looked around for this mystery person while I rummaged through my purse for my Juicy Fruit gum. I went to offer Kevin a stick of gum, but stopped in my tracks when my eyes landed on him.

“Mrs. Hasting, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” I ignored the hand that he held out to me and only kept my eyes locked on his face. Why did they have a model working construction and fixing lights? Homie looked like he could model for Calvin Klein, on some real shit.

Realizing that I wasn’t interested in shaking his hand, he dropped his arm and cleared his throat before starting up conversation with some of the fellow employees. I could hear them clowning him as Kevin began to lead me down the hall, and out to my car. I managed to peer over my shoulder and steal one more glance at the man. To my surprise he was already staring back and when he winked at me… that is when I knew I was in for trouble.

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Something I started @ the beginning of the year when I was considering getting back to writing ...

LEIGH

  "Singer Trey Songz arrested following a performance in Detroit... we will post more as this story develops..." I smacked my lips as I quickly exited out of the Instagram app. What did I fucking say?

I told this nigga not to be gone off that Henny before his performance tonight. When Trey had Henny in his system he wasn't himself. It's like that Snickers commercial they keep showing with the fake Marilyn Monroe. It goes something like, have a Snicker, you're not yourself when you're hungry. As I rushed to pack my bags for this flight I wasn't too sure if I was more upset by the fact that this motherfucker was arrested or the fact that I had to find out through the messy ass ShadeRoom.

I was flinging a matching bra and undies set into my Fendi backpack when my phone started vibrating in my back pocket. "Yes, mama..." It was Trey's mom, Mrs. Sheila.

"Honey... Trey is alright. We sent some money over this morning and he's out. He's back at the hotel with his camp--"

"Did he tell you to call me?" My eyes slanted as I stopped rummaging through my clothes drawer. I heard some shifting on her end before she spoke again. "Yes, but--"

"I'm sorry ma, but I need to speak to him myself. He's not trying to hear my mouth which is exactly why he told you to call me. I gotta go--"

"He also said don't come. He'll be back in L.A. in two days and doesn't want you on a flight out to Detroit." I groaned loudly. I hated how well Trey knew me. Then again, I have been his manager for the last five years so his stubborn ass better knew me well. "Aright... I'll talk to you soon. Love you..."

As soon as the call ended I was starting up a FaceTime call with Mr. trouble maker himself. He must have bumped his damn head if he thought he was getting rid of me that easily. Nah... shawty was about to hear my mouth.

TREY

"Ah fuck... it's Leigh..." I cursed lowly as I passed the blunt to Chris and then slipped out onto the balcony. I allowed the Facetime call to ring a lil while longer as I examined m reflection in the phone screen. I looked tired as hell. "Leigh..."

"Trey, what the fuck is good with you, my nigga? You not dead ass right now? Nah, you can't be..." I tuned her out as I stared at her features. Leigh was so damn gorgeous it should have been a crime. How was lil mama single again? Oh that's right... that smart ass mouth of hers. Add onto that the fact that she was a work-a-holic who's life lowkey centered around me. A smirk found it's way onto my lips as that thought stood out in my mind.

Leigh's life revolved around me. 

"Yo? Bruh, are you even listening to me?!" I zoned back in just in time to see her drop the phone down onto a flat area. I was now staring at the ceiling. "Come pick me back up, Leigh... I heard you..." I lied. I just wanted to see her face again. When she finally picked the phone back up she was now smiling. I made a puzzled face.

"You crazy as hell, you know that? Why you smiling at me?"

"Cause I'm plotting on how ima beat that ass when you get back here on Friday. Do you know the shit storm you bout to put me through? In order for me to clean this mess up and save your rep, you need to tell me what happened. From the beginning too." I groaned once I saw her pick up a pen and press the clicker. "Start talking."

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👀👀👀👀

I just re-read Sacrifice & I lowkey want to make a part two...

Iman and Reece were just unffffffffffffffffffff

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Same

i miss writing but ugh 😩😭