I was now at the store with Loren, searching for a gift for my mother-in-law. Loren picked rather slutty lingerie.
“What about this?” She showed me, and we laughed.
“Do you want Clinton to kill me?”
“What is the woman like? Like, what do you think she will like? I mean, by the way you describe her, I think a gun is a better gift for her.” Loren joked again.
“I don’t know, and Jade is not taking my calls.”
“Who, Jade? I mean, I thought you broke it off with him. Why don’t you ask Clinton instead?”
“Because I’m trying to impress both Clinton and his mother.” I revealed as I checked my phone to a beep sound.
JADE: Bags; she loves bags.
Was his text? Well, bag it is. I pulled Loren to the shop with bags. I felt like I'd won the lottery.
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I arrived home a little late; I left my gift
