لطيف の小説・ストーリー

Please spare me a gem if you can Love and light.,.

"Lookin' for all my real friends How many of us? How many of us are real friends To real friends, 'til the reel end 'Til the wheels fall off, 'til the wheels don't spin To 3 A.M., callin' How many real friends? Just to ask you a question Just to see how you was feelin' How many?" I hum to the music as I walk down the cracked gravel. "For the last you was frontin' I hate when a nigga text you like, 'what's up, fam, hope you good'

“ If you were my wife, I’d never let you out the house!” The inside of the room where the party was being kept was lively. Neon lights bouncing off the walls and all all the latest music was blasting through the surround sound. Hey mama, you look yummy. As she walked in a circle around Capri, Ki was praising her friend. “Let’s get you a drink so you can get loose!” Ki… “One of anything fruity that creeps up on you later, she needs it!” Capri…. “I’m not a drinker if it has a heavy alcohol taste I can’t stomach it!”

not like this. To Be Continued...

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“I’m so stupid.” “What exactly was so bad about what we were just doing, baby? Personally, I was having a great time, and from where I was, you seemed to be enjoying yourself just fine.” “That!” she snapped. “All that baby, baby, baby crap, and romantic… shitty… shit talk.” “Shitty shit talk?” I laughed. “I’m serious Jase,” she protested. “Stop joking about this.” “I’m sorry, Cricket, but you’re fuckin adorable when you get all worked up like this. I can’t help it if your pouting turns me on.”

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he declared, his celestial pride mingling with a touch of humour. Luna, the gleam of triumph in her eyes, responded with a smile that radiated both warmth and understanding. "You're not that bad, honey," she teased, a twinkle in her gaze. Luna, recognizing the significance of their playful competitions, sought to infuse the journey with moments of joy and connection.

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Slim I stared down at her, waiting for her to speak. Her eyes widened just a bit, and I knew I caught her off-guard. But as she laughed, I raised an eyebrow. "That," she paused to laugh. "That was smooth," she said, pulling away from me as she laughed. I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned back against the railing, waiting for her to sober up. As untimely as this was, it amused me how she could laugh in serious situations. It seemed like the only time she was genuinely happy.