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Post by ladytoodee44 on Dec 10, 2012 11:10:30 GMT -5
"I'm just saying."
"Please stop." I said looking serious.
"Sorry, but where do you think this is going?"
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Post by Desaree on Dec 10, 2012 12:33:59 GMT -5
"I don't know."
"Well, keep him. He seems nice. What's his name?"
"Merce."
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Post by ladytoodee44 on Dec 10, 2012 12:47:14 GMT -5
"Merce?"
"Yeah why you say that?"
"Is this lil daddy dark skin, fresh and he drives an Escalade?"
"Yeah why?"
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Post by Desaree on Dec 10, 2012 14:57:45 GMT -5
"That's not someone you need to associate with."
"Why?"
"He's my sister's husband's niece's aunt's son. Certified player. Three kids, four baby mamas."
"How can he have three kids and four baby mamas?"
"I don't know ask him. He did it."
"I don't believe anything you just said."
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Post by ladytoodee44 on Dec 10, 2012 16:09:37 GMT -5
"Look doll I know I play a lot, but I'm not joking."
"Yeah right Trace."
"Okay, but don't say I didn't warn you."
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Post by Desaree on Dec 10, 2012 16:21:35 GMT -5
"Well, thanks, but I didn't ask for your help." I stood up and threw my yogurt away. "I'm ready to go."
Tracey ran after me. "I didn't mean to make you mad, Cindy."
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Post by ladytoodee44 on Dec 10, 2012 16:36:16 GMT -5
"Yeah, but you did."
"I'm sorry. So are we still going to see Trey Songz?"
I just looked at Tracey like he was crazy. "You are pathetic." I crossed the street and started walking home. I didn't even want to be with him right now.
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Post by Desaree on Dec 10, 2012 17:05:09 GMT -5
When I got home, no one else was there so I went to my room and called Merce.
"What up, Cindy?" he answered. "I was just thinking about you."
"I was thinking about you too."
"Oh yeah? What about me?"
"A little of this, a little of that. You know, I just realized that, at the party last week, we talked about me a lot. You didn't tell me anything about yourself."
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Post by ladytoodee44 on Dec 10, 2012 17:09:47 GMT -5
"My bad, so what you want to know?"
"I don't know do you have any kids? Any baby mama's are you a playa?"
"Woah woah where is this coming from?"
"Sorry I just...I just want to know about you. I don't want to be guessing."
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Post by Desaree on Dec 10, 2012 17:13:11 GMT -5
"Oh, well, ummm..." He paused. "Naw. Naw, I don't have any of that, and I'm not a player."
"You didn''t sound to sure when you said that."
"Yo, what are you really trying to ask me, Cindy? I ain't for all that beating around the bush, man."
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Post by ladytoodee44 on Dec 10, 2012 17:14:44 GMT -5
"I told you I just want to know who you are?"
"Alright...umm I'm Merce I'm ninteen, I work, and I like to kick it with my boys. What else would you like to know?"
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Post by Desaree on Dec 10, 2012 17:18:10 GMT -5
"Nothing. I guess that's enough." I hung up before he could respond then called Tracey.
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Post by ladytoodee44 on Dec 10, 2012 17:23:48 GMT -5
"Hey doll." He said answering the phone.
"I think you might be right."
"About what?"
"I think Merce is holding back on something. It's like he won't let me into his life for fear I may find out something."
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Post by Desaree on Dec 10, 2012 17:26:15 GMT -5
"Cindy, I'm your girl and you're my girl. I wouldn't tell you something like that just to be talking."
"I know, Trace. I'm sorry for going off on you earlier."
"It's cool."
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Post by ladytoodee44 on Dec 10, 2012 17:29:20 GMT -5
After Tracey and I made amends I decided to do a little research. I got on facebook, twitter, google and did a through search on Merce. I wanted to get all the information I could get before I started making any more accusations.
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Post by Desaree on Dec 10, 2012 17:33:55 GMT -5
Turns out, everything Tracey said was true. Excluding the part about the three kids and four baby mamas. He did have two kids, though, and judging from his Facebook page, a couple of side chicks. According to Google, he also had quite a rap sheet.
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Post by ladytoodee44 on Dec 10, 2012 17:37:06 GMT -5
Sooner or later I was going to confront Merce about all this. I don't have time to be involving myself in nonsense. I even printed out every paper, page, and link I found so I could prove myself.
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Post by Desaree on Dec 10, 2012 17:42:27 GMT -5
After putting away all of the evidence, I went downstairs and started dinner.
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Post by ladytoodee44 on Dec 10, 2012 17:49:09 GMT -5
When I walked in the kitchen it was a mess. Dishes were piled up, the floor was filthy, and it looked like everyone just threw food everywhere. I know I didn't leave the kitchen like this when I walked out the house so it only had to be my stepmother and her chipmunks. I don't know why they did this. I'm going to start leaving the kitchen like this and let them live in this filth.
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Post by Desaree on Dec 10, 2012 17:54:53 GMT -5
To macth their filthy living quarters, I fixed a simple meal of hotdogs and baked beans. I was not about lay food out on a silver platter for those pigs. I made myself some fried chicken, macaroni, collard greens, and Kool-Aid and took it to my room.
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