What the f**k is this?
I could buy it for myself, and Mama gave me some money, but why now, when Marshall seems to be making me look poor and I can’t afford to pay for what I want to buy?
I can pay for my own bills. I don’t need your money. I rubbed my side. I don’t have a bag now. I’ve only brought my own since I came out of that hellish house.
But it feels good to get out and go to the mall. I am really dying there. I look like an old lady. No one knows what’s going on outside, and the first thing that comes to mind is Samuel and Feline flirting. Like, who would be happy to go out? What stressful news. Shocking and annoying at the same time.
“It looks like I need to spoil my baby, even for a day.” I was stunned by what he said. I couldn’t believe it, and I was able to speak politely,
