Cuba was affiliated with gangs and drug dealers. He would always come home injured or late. You were sick of it so u decided to talk to him about it but he wouldn’t listen. After arguing for what felt like an eternity, he called u names and u decided to go upstairs. After a while a friend asked u to go out and u decided it would be great to get Cuba off ur mind. U wore a revealing dress and walked towards the door.
“Ion kno who u think is abt to let u go out like that but it aint me cuh”
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