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“Exactly. You took what I planned to have with you. I dreamed about that particular feast, woke up with my mouth watering, ready for it. But you left me starving. That’s cruel.”
“Oh God,” she giggled. “You’re a mess.”
“Not the first time I’ve heard that. When do you plan to give me what you owe me?”
She sucked her teeth. “What do I owe you?”
“Pussy for breakfast.”
“I’m hanging up.”
“Hold up!” I urged. “As compensation for my pain and suffering, I’ll settle for a picture of it. Wherever you are right now.”
“I’m hanging up.”
“Oh, you don’t take inappropriate pictures no more? You done with that? Retired?”
“Wooow!”
“I’m fucking around,” I assured her, laughing. “And I do need to take my ass to bed.”
“This early?”
“Gotta be at the practice field first thing,” I explained. “We gotta get ready to whoop on your nigga… I mean, your former nigga’s team this weekend.”
“Wait, what?!”
“Mmmhmmm. Should be nice and awkward, thanks to you.”
“Oh my God, don’t do that.”
“I’m actually deadass,” I chuckled. “But it is what it is.”
“I’m so?—”
“Nope,” I cut her off. “Not necessary.”
“Ughhhh!” she groaned, frustrated. “And is my apology from earlier still unaccepted?”
I grunted. “Hell yeah, stop apologizing,” I told her. “And Rori?”
“Yeah.”
I hesitated for a moment, and then spoke up, hoping she would take it to heart.
“Stay done.”
There was silence on the other end of the line, before she finally spoke.
“Good night, Tatum.”
Damn.
“Good night, Aurora.”
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