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"It's hard to get me some peace with all the shit that I be battling..." Q muttered singing along as Rod Wave boomed all through his living room. He was laying on his couch looking through his comments on Twitter. He made one small grammatical error and everyone became school teachers and comedians;
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Becoming bored with looking at people bid on him over the internet. He sat his phone down, picking up his rolling tray. Picking up his backwood he began to pearl a spliff. Once finished he feels around his pockets for a lighter, realizing he doesn't have his on him. He lets out a deep sigh, punching the air as he kicked his legs.
"𝘔𝘮𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘱"
He stands up stomping all the way to the kitchen. He gets to the kitchen opening a drawer filled with his smoking supplies. Rummaging through it he finds a lighter. He started doing the dougie as he happily made his way back into the living room to start his session.
Picking up his phone he see he had a missed call and text from him, Reek, and Seemy's plug. Furrowing his brown he wondered why he was texting him instead of his brothers or Reek. Q wasn't one to deal with him directly so he was highly confused. Putting his questionable feelings aside he text him back;
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