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βBOOGZ,β You lay in bed, voice low but pointed. He glanced up, chewing gum like he wasnβt doing nothing wrong. βHuh?β
βYou leavin' like that?β You ask, eyebrows raised. You already know the answer, but you wanna hear him say it.
"Like what? You tryna say niggas look ugly?" He questions. With a chuckle, you shook your head. "No, but I am tryna say you lackin' nigga."
He raised an eyebrow, looking down and then he spoke. "Ohhhh," Turned back toward the closet, and untucked his gun from under the clothes.
You watched him tuck the Glock into his waistband like routine. Boogz leaned down, kissing your cheek. βI love you. Youn' let me move dumb.β
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