puta.

' i'm sorry ya feel tha' way, bu' don't worry, ya won't have to deal with that anymore. ' grabbing the other's tray, she moves over to the trash, dumping it, & then slamming it on top ; causing a LOUD bang to fill the room.           ' -- ya just won't eat then, BITCH. '

' whateva' helps you sleep at nigh', chicka.  bu' you wouldn't be in 'ere if you hadn't  done nothin' ---- ... she so is your wife. '

 ' you need ta get your hearin' checked. yes, your wife. '   there's a smirk slowly creeping upon pink lips, trying   to break free, & after a few minutes of fighting it, she   can't stand it anymore & just shakes her head ; dark   locks flying in every direction.  ' yeah you do. the one   you fucked and sold drugs wi' or some shit. i dunno. '

' why are you in my bunk ? '

' sorry, this water is mine. & it feels fantastic. ----- jus' so you know. bu' if you like tha view THAT much.. i guess you can watch, if you give me some o' that eyeliner. '

' where your wife at, t. swift? '

' are you gonna watch me showa or what, puta? i know i'm HOT bu -- can't i have a 'lil privacy?  '

' all i'm sayin' is that we betta be gettin pizza at this halloween party, i ain't puttin' up with that shit. '

‘ ugh,  i dunno — prob cryin' or some shit.                                         why you asking ? ‘