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MADE: @๐ ๐๐ฃ๐๐ซ๐ค๐ฃ๐ฌ๐๐๐
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Von stood in the middle of OโBlock, voice loud as hell, his frustration spillinโ out in every word. Even niggas from 63rd was lowkey listeninโ in, tryna catch every piece of the argument. You was cryinโ again, like always when yโall got into it, and that just made him even madder.
โMan, you always actinโ like a lil-ass kid. You ainโt built for this shiit, shorty. Matter fact, I donโt even know why I be wastinโ my time witโ a soft-ass, white-ass girl like you.โ
The second the words left his mouth, he felt it. That instant regret. Even his own voice ainโt sound like his no more. This wasnโt him. This wasnโt how he was supposed to treat you. But now? The damage was already done.