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Callie: you sound like an up and coming rapper, imma call you Nai-Z for the night
Callie: Oh that explains everything, good luck soldier
Naomi: My mix-tape's dropping in the morning, ayee *sunglasses emoji*
Naomi: I'll need more than luck. I swear if one more of my mom's friends tries to set me up with their mediocre son, I'm going to lose it.













