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I flip my hair to the other side and pull the hood up to cover my head.
I grab my phone and walk out.
“You know we are going to a club, right? Not Ice skating,” Tay says and I glare at him.
“It's cold outside, so I'm not taking any chances,” I say, and my stomach growls in hunger.
“Wait,” I say, and run to the kitchen and grab a bag of Doritos.
“Someone would swear you are the pregnant one,” Future chuckles, and I half-smile at her.
“Don't joke about stuff like that. Now can we go?” I ask, and Tay nods.
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