Tyrone was focused on making sure his text was perfect, DTF but
also chill.
“You don’t spell out twenty, it’s just the numerals.”
He jumped off the sofa, and glared at his sister.
“The hell you doing girl? Can’t a man have some privacy?”
Diamond rolled her eyes.
“Look, you want to spend time with Jasmin, or Jazmine, or Jada
or anyone like that, whatever. But at least get the slang right!”
“Whatever.”
He ended up telling the story to his friends, and eventually
“insistence about correct spelling of slang” became known by her name.
Well, Dimond, but close enough…
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