"Yo, babes, how ya kickin'"
She was sitting by herself. He was on his way home. He didn't actually wanna stalk her. It was better that he leave for home immediately with no complications. Things hadn't been working perfectly ever since the shit between Dar and Dreg had been supplanted. Sea hadn't been her real self and he could testify to that. She had a response to what he said:
"Let's talk..."
"Hope twouldnt take much time. Got to go A S A P."
"Then go!"
Was she vexed? He was only playing around words. He tried cheering her up, but she gave no damn. Screw it! He's got something better to do at home!
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