43″D-Flow comes home at 3 AM, and you come downstairs and ask where he’s been. He grabs your arm and says, “Ayo, that ain’t none of yo’ biz, ho.” You smell the perfume that isn’t your perfume and accuse him of cheating. He snaps and grabs your throat, throws you down onto the floor, and savagely kicks you. As you scream out in pain and start apologizing, he says, “Ayo, I bet you sorry, fool. Don’t question me again, aight? You mine, ho.” He spits on you and walks away not caring.
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