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Family dinner on Sunday
Dinner at this Bottle Tree Park. Ma dad invited Gene(Don's man) along, and had da cheeks to ask mine along. I was thinkin, 'heck! when da hell i have one?'
E wanted to meet up for a short while after ma dinner. He promised he wont take long. We sat at used-to-be basketball court besides ma block fer a short talk. He told me da days i dint msg nor call him were unbearable. I further explained ma phone is faulty because ma phone drops more than a parachute and using da phone has become a chore. So he said he could do me a good deal ba exchanging his newly bought phone with ma faulty one. I was already raising ma brows to sucha good deal, furthermore, it was K800i. He said he doesnt like that phone but bought it bcos i said i like it. When we were about to do da exchange and he then revealed the truth. Da phone was meant for me and that worths it if msgin him is not a chore anymore. What is da world happening? "Why do guys always get things for ya?', ma mum asked me. Trust me, im baffled too.