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UH OH- BABY RAGE ALERT

gooy ahh afk teamate

i squat on your desk
drop a deuce on yo chest

ya smell dat?
now your rockin with the best

Everytime someone kills my ahh I wake up perfectly fine at the traphouse 2 days later

I read what you wrote. Once. That was enough. The story doesn’t matter. The excuses don’t matter. The timelines, percentages, and side characters don’t matter.

What matters is simple: the skin is gone, and it stopped being your concern the moment you lost control of it. Every extra sentence you add just makes that clearer.

You can call it bad luck, betrayal, or some cosmic setup if that helps you sleep. From where I’m standing, it’s just consequences arriving on time.

I’m not your backup plan, I’m not your recovery option, and I’m definitely not here to fix your mistakes. This isn’t a negotiation and it isn’t a tragedy — it’s a closed chapter.

Don’t message me again expecting a different outcome. The answer already happened.

— James ♥♥♥♥♥ Denta