charles eyes glistened when he sayed" the apple butter gang." He claimed i had wanted to name my article this, and asked if me if me and my gang wanted to pose with a photo.
i walked in the door to this idea, with PMS barely at bay.
I'd rather pray.
Father please take away my PMS, and deliver me a damn good man to love. and father please don't let me get drunk tonight. I ask this now father pdq
apple butter gang
natasha shealy, The Red Heart
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