луч, рэй луч, рэй P.O.V::..
Prod checked and rebandaged my arm. He seemed to be in deep thought, until he finally spoke.
Prod:...... Ray, what was that? *says lowly*
Me: What was what?
Prod: Ты know what *alil louder*...you fightin a girl. What was all that about?
Me: What? The b*tch got slick out the mouth. And Ты know I don't tolerate dat ish.
Prod: But that aint give Ты any reason to touch her. Ты know better, man. Come on Ra--
Me- Look! What I do is my business! I aint have to tell Ты shit, okay!!
Prod- No need to yell and cuss cuz I could do the same shid, but even worse!!! AND Ты KNOW IT!! *looking...
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