Letter on a Narcan insert

 Babe,

Help me figure out a way to make this happen because she is way beyond jealous so she is blocking Bigtime

I'd really love to have some time alone without her being with us to see how we are together because like I said I'm extremely attracted to you so much so that you have gotten well over $300 in oral and over $150 in other sexual activities.

I've gotten $14 cash and like $20 in H from you. She told me a much diff. play was going down but it's Kool; I'm hoping it ends diff. than she said as well.

Let me know how you feel/what you want/think so I know what move to make next.

I'd really like to stay with you if that at all possible Sweetie!

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I'm about to go check the time and if if's around the time he said to come back by then I'm gunna go ahead and go by there so I can call T and let them know if the play is a go or not.

I stay respected by the streets for my actions and the way I move. 

(Next order of business)

 Why the fuck the hollering about her money when she lied to me about 

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Damn near the whole night just about! All the $ she said I was going to make and all the H I was going to have bought/given to me to do. I am missing something like was she supposed to give me $ or what . Cuz she got a big ass wad of bills and I got not a single dollar to show for the night so I'm actually feeling some type of way toward her.

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Lawd, sometimes I'm not sure when you're serious and when you playing. I'm not trying to catch a whole charge for hitting her you know!

Postscript: A Scrap Found Later

*Plus*

You don't hear me hollering at you for $ or dope!

I ain't even asked you once!

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