you're so new york, and i'm effing taculing

quintin smsd and asked me to go straight to his place cuz they're boozing. i told him i cannot imbibe in alcohol cuz i'm on antibiotics. and said i'll be there provided that i just go there and hang.

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on the way out of my street's corner, he appears with some 2 guys scott/brian keverity whoever and says holdap. brian had his bulldog belle on hand. and i wind up walking towards another street corner where we'd windup seeing this potanginang big brown dog(great dane i thunk) and a black blind old pitbull who used to be in sabong, and then this stupid monkey on a basketball hoop.

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and then he tells me we're hanging at the crackhouse and that food will be cooked there. i'm like hasslefeck. i'll go home. so i went home with love2x. and fixed me hotdogs and ham and mustard and ketchup.

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and love2x and i walked did another walking towards the sanitarium hospital road where the balot vendors are. then we bought coke and chips and ice.

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he asked if i wanted some more hotdogs cuz he pan-seared 3 huge warm ones which i devoured in no time. it was very ummmmmmmm kilig achully.

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the night was going okay achully til quintin dares me to go towards the back of the dilapidated manor and check if there was a white lady.

i freaked out. and walked out of the gate crying. he went after me and placed his arms around me while we were discussing why i'm freaking out and crying.

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when i reached my apartment's gate. i cannot mouth what i wanted to say. i don't know. this might be the last night that i'm everrrrrrrrrrrr everr going out with him.

he was being a jerk in the first place.

i was there and he barely paid attention. and he makes me cry. it's ridiculous like that.

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