Ch 31: Tell Me You Love Me!

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Rèmi’s POV
Monday, December 25th
2:40 p.m.

Staten Island, New York

"I hate you," Rosalia said and I laughed

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"I hate you," Rosalia said and I laughed.

"Babe, let's me real. If me carry back a snow globe, it might bruk." I told her. She hissed her teeth and sighed.

"Mi know a long time yuh nuh like me. Yuh ago carry it inna the bag weh yawh carry pan yuh back. By the way, nuh private yuh fly?" She asked, frowning at the phone. I chuckled.

"Alright, tomorrow me go out and get one fi yuh," I said as I packed the barrel.

"Yuh promise?" She asked, narrowing her eyes at me.

"Yeah man, but even if it break yuh cya vex," I said, smiling.

A guh wrap it up good fi har man, likkle joke me a make. Cya wait fi gah mi yaad cause mi miss me woman.

Only five or six more days left, bredda.

Mi miss me woman, mi nuh care.

"I bought two pairs of Crocs from this girl on Instagram the other day. They're so cute," She gushed, tapping her short red nails against her cheek.

Love dem, essi.

Never too late fi ask har fi choke di snake and make him spit up.

"How much fi one a dem?" I asked, putting another bag with deodorant in the barrel.

"I paid $12,000 for both pairs. She took $500 off each of them," She told me.

"Oh, you fi buy dem still. Tell yuh fi make me buy dem and carry dem fi yuh. It would be cheaper here and me sure a nuh the original crocs she sell yuh cause yuh would'a pay more money," I said and she shrugged.

"I don't care. They look good enough to wear out on the road so I bought them. Besides, it's a small business and I wanted to support. Can't be like some people," She said, looking at me.

"Yuh love chat? Suppose when yuh did pay har, she nuh show up?" I asked.

"Cash on delivery, and mi get one lip balm. Me ago give yuh it," She said, leaning away from the phone.

"Who yawh chat? Nuh sorry fimme cause a nuh everything yuh see yuh fi put pan yuh lip. Some big pus bump fi come pan it when yuh use it," I said, looking through the clothes that were scattered on the bed.

Yuh juss corrupt.

She know a nuh lie mi a tell, cause a suh some business place stay when a dem make dem item. Bay fuckery ingredients dem use.

"Mi know yuh nuh like me," She muttered, pouting at me.

Mi love yuh too much, a dat.

"Yuh can chat anything. Tomorrow me buy two a di plain Crocs and carry come give yuh. See two purple one weh yuh would'a like," I said, focusing on packing.

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