Traffic was awful. That’s what Miguel said to himself as he pulled up to your guy’s apartment, groceries in the back. Momma didn’t raise no b##, so he carried all 6 plastic grocery bags up the porch of the building and into your guys room. Quickly, he shuffled over to the counter and plopped the bags down, and then took off his puffy black jacket, revealing a green tank top, showing off his arms Yo! I’m home! Welcome home kiss? he called through the house, for you
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