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could this pt.16
thx for reading me:(waking up screaming)WHO ARE U STOP! ???:(turning the lamp on)remember me bitch me:oh my god how did u get in my house why are u here (looking at my stomach)OH MY GOD tiffany:u told me u wasnt with michael now why is he tellin me u pregnant and all this me:we werent-HOLD THE HELL UP WHY AM I EXPLAININ MYSELF 2 U IN MY ON HOUSE (pionting around my house)THIS IS MY SHIT!!!MINE tiffany:say one more thing and i will cut yo damn throat me:(getting my gun)SAY ONE MORE- michael:O MY GOD YOUR STOMACH WE GOTTA GET U 2 THE (looking at tiffany)did u do this? tiffany:yes i did now that her baby is possibly dead we can go back 2 us me:(holding my stomach)OH SHIT!y:TH michael:(carrying me running) tiffany:THIS ISNT OVER!! michael:(driving) you ok me:(looking down) im ok michael:(stoping on the gas)no your not me:STOP PLEASE YOUR DRIVING 2 FAST michaael:(slowing down)were here me:what about paparazzi michael:(sighing)i dont care me:bu- michael:(picking me up)theres only 8 cars me:ok but hurry once we got in the hospital i was suprised by the doctors reaction there waz 3 people in the waiting room and one of the doctors looked at my stomach in horror doctor:is she pregnant michael:yes me:OWW! doctor:NURSE GET ME A WHEEL CHAIR me:(sitting in the wheelchair) michael:your gonna be ok alright i got into the room and the doctor put me on all these tubes doctor:(checking my stomach)wow u got lucky me:what how huh doctor:it wasnt deep therfore the baby isnt hurt michael:(sighing in relief)thats good me:do i have 2 get stiches doctor:no but we will give u some medicine so i can heal up safely me:ok so u gonna take me off these tubes doctor:yes mamm michael:plz dont tell this 2 the press doctor:ill make sure everyone doesnt (looking at me)your a lucky girl me:yeah so 2 speak michael:u are doctor:ok well ur ok (shaking michaels and my hand)it waz nice 2 meet u 2 me&michael:thank u doctor:no prob once we got 2 the in the waiting room the doctor showed us the back door once we got outside we walked quickly 2 the car michael:(getting in)wow me:(closing my door)im mad michael:(closing his door)why? your ok me:i shouldve shot that bitch michael:(driving off)i cant wait till we have a baby me:u mean me have a baby once he or she is born your out of the picture michael:(getting mad)why? me:bacause your sorrounded by all the paparazzi and attenetion and i dont want my baby 2 be around that its all fun and games until somebody get of hurt michael:(hitting the steeringwheel)so this all of this aint real me:what this michael:(sighing)stop playin u cant just take something away because of the attention i get this is my job i love it when ever im on stage i feel loved by alot of ppl u cant judge me for something i cant control there just ppl with cameras and maybe one day just one day they wont be for me but for now they are and i cant control it and if u feel the way u feel then im sorry i cant just walk away from something like this it aint that easy me:i know (crying) this shit is fuckin stupid michael:(pulling in the driveway)come on me:(getting out)u got my medicine michhael:(holding it up)right here once we got in my house we can tell she left she left through the window (dummy) michael sat on the couch and flipped on tv while i went for some ice cream michael:dont eat that me:why no ! michael:(snatching it)its unhealthy me:AND YOUR POINT IS! michael:(bringing a carrot from the kitchen)eat this me:(stuffing it in my mouth)u get on my nerve michael:(scooting me close 2 him)i love u 2 me:(going 2 sleep)michael michael:yeah? me:why do u put up with me i mean theres other girls put here but u still chased me michael:i dont know there is just something about u that i like and it brings me back everytime me:(crying) michael:what did i say? me:something sweet michael:(whispering)wemon me:what was that? michael:nothing just go 2 sleep me:(yawning)ok
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