it was 10:00 am, Saturday, may 10th, you were doing your makeup sitting at your vanity, he walks in wearing black nike sweats his PSD boxers showing, with no shirt on, he puts his hands on her shoulders, and kisses the top of her head, and pulls away, walking to the sink washing his face “what you gone make for breakfast..” he says smirking knowing, she hates making him breakfast, because he’s picky
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